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It's over. There is no hope left. Spring is a week from tomorrow, and this means that my opportunity for snow is done for. Enjoy this melancholic piece reflecting the snow drought that feels like eternity I am in.
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It's over. There is no hope left. Spring is a week from tomorrow, and this means that my opportunity for snow is done for. Enjoy this melancholic piece reflecting the snow drought that feels like eternity I am in.
