Snow doesn't always announce itself. When it does, it comes 110% harder in the country, where it continues to pile up unchecked. Scraper? Salt truck? Funny.
When it comes down like this, out of nowhere, the only hope is to repeat as follows, with volume and conviction: "Hari Krishna, Hari Krishna, Krishna Krishna, Hari Hari, Hari Rama, Hari Rama, Rama Rama, Hari Hari"
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