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Young Kwak photo
Winter doesn’t have to feel bad.
As I write, snow is clinging to the windows.
It clings to the trees, the roads, my car’s windshield, the sidewalk outside my apartment, and all I can do is hope it disappears by some magical feat. I think maybe if I close the blinds it will melt by dinnertime. But the weather app on my phone tells me the snow is here to stay.
Fifteen years ago, I would’ve prayed for a day like
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