Saturday, January 9, 2010


On the last snow day, Norah exhausted herself trying to break large chunks of ice (that form when the plows pack the snow together along the edge of the street). She kicked the blocks, jumped on them with both feet, hit them with her gloved fists, threw onto the sidewalk, all while grunting and mumbling like she was angry at them. When they finally did crack, she would throw up her hands and yell, "Yes!"


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