Fargo has pasted the threshold. Spring has come and gone without an invitation to join its merriment and thaw. We will due without daffodils, easter eggs and allergies.
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| 10 AM |
Instead, we shall dwell in this endless loop of winter.
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| 3 PM |
On this day, the last day of March, I have crossed icy roads, drifted into snowbanks and enacted my trusty four wheel drive. We are bound to endure winter once more.
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| 5 PM |
