(the river behind the View, in College Park)
Snow is beautiful. Or so I've been told.
I have strange longings, these days-- maybe because of being trapped indoors for so long. To drink espresso on cobblestone streets, cold seawater, hot sand, to hang a painting on a wall, to wear something floaty, to drink wine outside at night, to go to Spain and fall in love.
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