please stop kicking
Deep in the northern woods, trees freshly winged with Spring's butterfly leaves, hides the Snowsquatch, with ill intent buried deeply in his frosty heart. I thought I bid him adios one month ago but he had been lurking ever since, planning malevolent nasties all the while.
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I love that you mention nothing of the sasquatch in your photos...
Snow in spring is just wrong. Very, very wrong.
Darn snowsquatch. You know, most places of the world consider June to be summer? That snowsquatch has quite the range--he showed up here, too.
any questions?
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