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Mar 2021
i remember the mornings where my friends and i would play football out on the field and it would be so cold that the grass started to frost and we would pretend it was snowing.  It was so cold we could only see our foggy breaths and how red our noses were and not being able to speak properly because we were too busy shivering.
Isaac
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