Winter. You either love it or you hate it. I love it, I really do and not in the angsty teenage way, I love it in the way that a newly wedded couple love each other before they begin to sour, turn bitter and despise the other. It is the quiet embrace of an understanding friend whom you have not seen for years but things are still the same between the both of you. It is the bright, burning smile of children buried in the snow without a care of the sickness to follow them for days and days on end.
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