My family and relatives have always questioned my decision to remain, in their opinions, "remote, isolated and cold" Ohio. Flakes of snow falling gently towards the white blanket that used to be green grass, as laughter from children making snow angels, while the "puppies" roll on their backs with wide smiles, those are the simple reasons.
For the few moments, the blazing temperature of 12F does not matter.
... to be continued
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