As enticing as it appears, I don't think too many people actually do it. I've had a few drunken monk sleeps on snowbanks, and have always, thankfully, woken up feeling fine, able to reorient and move on. But not highly recommended to those at home (unless you're in Florida "imagining"). You did the whole New York Metropolitan/Tristate area, eh?
Yes, I was born in Jamaica arrived in the port of NY, lived in NJ and CT were my romping grounds mum says, more like being pushed around in the stroller. Mum says I always loved NY, she'd take me to plays in The Village when i was little.
As the sun will eventually rise, so will the harvest come. Patience and tending will see to it. Water the shoots through your resistance and soon you will breathe again with the soil. Every day you are closer to what is already there.
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Ahhh, i miss the snow. Very beautiful I do not think I have any memories sleeping in snow. I remember snow from my childhood days in NJ, CT and NYC.
As enticing as it appears, I don't think too many people actually do it. I've had a few drunken monk sleeps on snowbanks, and have always, thankfully, woken up feeling fine, able to reorient and move on. But not highly recommended to those at home (unless you're in Florida "imagining"). You did the whole New York Metropolitan/Tristate area, eh?
Yes, I was born in Jamaica arrived in the port of NY, lived in NJ and CT were my romping grounds mum says, more like being pushed around in the stroller. Mum says I always loved NY, she'd take me to plays in The Village when i was little.
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