Lately, I keep looking out the window and thinking it's snowing. I smile, then I'm visited by a pang of regret; hopes dashed again.
Sherri's a wonderful person who grew up in that house across the street, then moved away from Ithaca about the same time I came to the area. Just a coincidence. She and Tom, someone I grew up with, moved to North Carolina last year. They're loving it, as long as the bear stays outside of their house.
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