Strange desires seemingly unearth themselves within me given this time of year. We are securely surrounded by the cold (our forecast predicted ‘freezing’ as the high temperature), there is a frequent need to add additional clothing, and abundant is the great white precipitation we affectionately call snow. I question myself, although briefly, of the temptations that I contain. And be it that these temptations appear in the form of popsicle and ice treats, always in the cold.
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