It's early Sunday morning, it's snowing outside but not the good snow, not the abundant soft white flakes you can catch on your tongue. This is the small gritty Stuff which lashes against your skin hurting it with its painfully cold stab of ice, this stuff rarely lies and is not at all the fun stuff we dream of.If you follow me on social media you'll probably know that A) I was 47 (see photo for
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