This is what it looked like on my road Friday night. My sister and I have notable poems that we wrote in our youth. Her's started out "It snowed last night for the first time this year." I always think of it when I get up in the morning and it has snowed. My poem was not nearly as nice--it was about suicide. Just as well forgotten, I'm afraid.
way, WAY too early for snow, if you ask me. I wonder if I will see snow in Aberdeen in a couple of weeks...
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