art hill is a wondrous place. in the blanket of silence a good snow offers, there is nothing better than to hear the laughter of young and old alike as they sled on everything from cardboard to sassy snow boards.
those first snow flakes have me looking to the skies... will i actually sled the hill this year? i never have, and being born and raised in the lou, it's a crime that i've not. maybe this year.
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You know, I have lived in St. Louis since I can remember and have never been to art hill! It is probably a crime, but I am too afraid of breaking something while I am bitter cold.
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