Today the snow fell in clumps and clusters, bestowing every surface it touched with a shiny little puddle. During my four years as a student in Maine, I have never fallen for the "Patagucci" aesthetic. I refuse to join the fleet of Polar Fleece and Gortex-bundled bodies. But really, why fight practicality? When my fur hat gets wet, it looks like roadkill and smells like a grandma.
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