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Crossing my Fingers

This year started like most others, with excitement looking toward the coming winter and dreams of getting out and finding those beautiful days to make beautiful memories. A dry October and pretty dry November morphed me into a wishing phase, wishing it would just come and give us the winter we are all hoping for. As November ended and we tipped into December, the wishing became waiting, however impatiently but still hopeful. Ending December and starting January with such a dismal snowpack, things quickly became desperate, I’m not particularly superstitious person but I started re-evaluating what I could be doing wrong to bring us such a poor winter. Have I not danced enough dances, said enough p