All we can do is predict the storm and prepare for it as best we can.
Mother Nature does her best to love each of her creations.
Not out of malice. Caprice, maybe.
All you can do is accept it.
And when the last snow flake has landed and the winds throaty roar has faded into eerie silence, is a chance for rediscovery.
And Mother Nature allows us to choose the soundtrack.
She did make us predictably stubborn.
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