While the snow was still snow, before the rain crumpled its soft fat flakes into sodden lumps of icy wet, small children in bright colors found joy in sledding down the small incline in the shadow of Lawson Tower.
It was lovely while it lasted.
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It will always be lovely because we have your photo.
Oh, Eleanor, what an incredibly sweet thing to say – thank you very much!