Snow

Sit­ting on my break, look­ing out at the doors and all I see is falling snow.

I’ll admit, it’s pret­ty and all, but I real­ly could do with­out it.

I don’t care for the cleanup or the cold that come with it.

But it is pret­ty how it blan­kets every­thing in clean white snow. Like a beau­ti­ful white quilt.

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Loca­tion:De Cour­cy Cir,St Paul,United States