Snow,
let it snow.
I
love the snow, I mean love. Every year at my birthday I wish and pray for a
snowstorm and every year it comes. Anyone who’s ever seen Gilmore Girls, I’m a Lorelei
I feel snow deep in my blood. It’s part of me. So when the snow comes its feels
like the world becomes soft, like I’m transported from and part of murders, con-artists,
and cheats to a snow globe. In my safe little snow globe there’s child ice-skating
and couples holding hands walking, there’s shops filled with parents picking
out presents for Christmas. Everything is just perfect.
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