My backyard
It was nice being holed up for the weekend while the blizzard raged, but I don't like dealing with what it left.
The sidewalks have a slick coating of gray slush and each street corner has a huge bank of dirty snow. I have to walk super careful, or else I'll slip, a vision of grace. Picture a blue puff with awkwardly flailing arms topped with the ugliest white hat imaginable pitching forward into a large pile of gray slush dotted with pieces of dog crap.
Yeah, that'll be me tomorrow.
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