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Winter, at last. I love the seasons where I can be wrapped in fleece, walking and feeling the bitter wind on my face, wrapped in scarves and hats so I can't be seen. I love beaches in the winter, the waves crashing viciously under a grey sky, only a few lonely souls walking their dogs along the sand, everything looking as bleak as I feel, except it gives me a strange tingle of joy. Then drinking hot coffee and feeling the blood melt inside and return to my limbs. I wish I had a fireplace. At least I have a candle. I'm too empty to reach my skeletons today.
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