Evan Thomas Northrup: withered away.
Evan Thomas Northrup: snow-blown roof.
Evan Thomas Northrup: the chucks have spoken.
Evan Thomas Northrup: escape if you must.
Evan Thomas Northrup: a worthy patron.
Evan Thomas Northrup: it's waiting for spring too.
Evan Thomas Northrup: polarooooid.
Evan Thomas Northrup: waiting patiently.
Evan Thomas Northrup: isn't love grand?