when they said it was going to snow, i thought it would be Londons regular snow feature.. you know, less than an inch, which quicky turns into black ice, causing many old ladies to break hips.
Little did i know that i would wake up to what only can be described as a winter wonderland.. enough snow hitting my face to feel like a million kisses, and inches of the white stuff that go halfway up my calves.
I love the snow. I love snowed in days. And i love sleep more than anything. Best life.
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