It is a strange phenomenon that we, as a society, should enjoy eating compacted balls of solidified water crystals with cores of pure pollution. Stranger still that we should also encourage our children to throw themselves to the mercy of gravity and slide down steep hills of the stuff, merrily clicking away with our cameras. Nevertheless, herein are nestled some of the great joys of winter. I venture to postulate that these are some of the only joys of winter. There. I've said it.
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A strange phenomenon indeed. By the way, Mr Punxitani Phil was dead wrong this year.
We must speak of this Telcontar when you have a free moment.
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