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Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Winter of our discontent

Drift by Michael Shapcott
This winter has been bad for me and friends alike.  It feels like it's been three months of cold and foreheads on shoulders and texts of If you need me I'm here.  A constant pulling, a constant well shit, a constant feeling of wanting to wrap people up in wool and stand around a fire to all chant that winter will pass, winter will pass, winter will pass.  If we grit our teeth and curl our fists, bow our heads to the cold, pass around warming drinks, this winter will pass.  2012, please be better.  We all need it.

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