So if fear is the sand in the machinery of life...then snow is the roadblock on the trip to the grocery store. My list is long and I need to venture out, but I don't wanna. The snow keeps coming down, and I am a bear in hibernation today...asking my hairy self, "when is spring coming?" I WILL survive! I will dress and I will drive through the woods and over the hill to Grandma Fareway's house!!
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