Where went my spirit of the season? It is not here with me now, I cannot reach it to invite it to be with me…
ife is about as fun as the droplets of rain that trickle down the panes of the windows I stare out of.
The sky is gray and dull. Not flannel grey, being all soft and cuddly and comforting, the other gray and dull. The barely there whiteness of cold steel silver skies, observed through unhappy eyes, eyes that used to be twinkling happy expectant eyes. The eyes that search for a path of hope to lead itself […]
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