For decades, you’ve carefully convinced yourself of all of the wonderful things you don’t deserve—even though you understand, on some level, the happiness…
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I miss eating snow. I do not miss living in a cold, frozen clime—but I do miss taking a mittenful of snow and eating it—without caring if it was dirty. |
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