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Usually in the snow, I look for solitude in the muted white world. But today, I look for the community snow seems to call t..

Feet make a constant mournful tread. Rhythm barely breaking through our frozen minds, like a steel edged hatchet..

I am from What’s for dinner? Are we there yet? Stop poking me! I am from my ordinary New England fami..

Here’s to the Stoners. Here’s for the stoner in us all. Here’s to the part of us who really w..

What would you do?

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