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He skidded a few feet as he descended a hill, leaving two trails behind him. He glanced back, seized with a sudden desire to throw himself down and create a snow angel. When a gust of wind whipped a tree branch, flinging a pile of snow onto his head, he brushed it of…
Teresa Wymore 🏳️🌈
✍ Posy Churchgate
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how fun! Ironic I guess
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