A rough weather front is moving into the vicinity, violent storms are on the horizon, rain will soon be falling like it did in Noah's day, and I will gather the hours like a man cursed with the blues.
Summer is over.
I have lived here for the vast majority of my 63 years, and I've never adapted, never liked our winters.
Why didn't I move?
As I've said every year for ages, maybe next year.
For now, I'm trapped again.
TS
Summer is over.
I have lived here for the vast majority of my 63 years, and I've never adapted, never liked our winters.
Why didn't I move?
As I've said every year for ages, maybe next year.
For now, I'm trapped again.
TS
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