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The joys of a blizzard?? You mean nearly freezing to death while trying to dig my way out of my house through a foot and a half of snow, and this is a common occurance? Trust me, there's no joy in mudville this day, at least from where I am standing; under a mountain of cold white flakes.
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Now the swinging bridge<br />Is quieted with creepers. . . <br />Like our tendrilled life. -Basho
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