etc., recall the word
resoldered here
in a pane of sand.
— R. Kenney
I left town on Tuesday during an apocalyptic snowstorm for St. Petersburg, Russia — one of the few destinations from O’Hare with less clement weather than Chicago. It’s pretty damn cold.
Bungeed-comforter, makeshift paw-mittens, and some green spray-paint on the head just to make it more bizarre.
See also: Now this is winter
Clowns at the circus
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