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A memory of the December, D.C. snow storm Elissa interns for the EPA. In her office I imagine there are framed posters and pictures hung on the walls; pictures that, capture America’s most beautiful and serene natural wonders: a tall, snowcapped mountain in Alaska; a rolling, wheat-covered plain in Nebraska; where the Pacific crashes on the most beautiful beach in California; a landscape of our nation’s capital after an inch and a half of snow. Right outside her office, there should be a picture of me and her, standing there, arms around each other, big, smiles on out faces; those big, fat snow flakes frozen in time. The EPA protects these kinds of things -- the beautiful miracles that God creates (on an environmental level that is). Our scenery is just as beautiful as any national park worth preserving. |
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