snow in seattle is a lovely rarity. I always love snow while it is a verb, but when it becomes a noun that lasts longer than a day I'm pretty much over it. Especially in a city that has absolutely no clue what to do with ice and snow. I live on a very steep hill. One that has not been salted. It's a miracle I haven't slid all the way down to lake union yet.
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