Wispy willowy freckles of snow have peppered the streets everywhere.
They've dolloped on trees, slithered off roofs, and melted into the arid ground.
Is it time for the main course just yet?
They've dolloped on trees, slithered off roofs, and melted into the arid ground.
D.C.'s earth just licked its first bowl of snow soup.
Is it time for the main course just yet?
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