"To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the Devil his due."
Saturday, November 29, 2003
Winter never fails to frustrate me. It's too stuffy indoors and too cold out. We had our first flurries yesterday - little clumps of flakes, floating down, and melting on your face.
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