The bitter cold outside my door is so debilitating I find it impossible to wretch my body from the warmth of the bed. Hence, I lie here writing whatever comes to mind in freehand between bouts of sleep. [...]
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The bitter cold outside my door is so debilitating I find it impossible to wretch my body from the warmth of the bed. Hence, I lie here writing whatever comes to mind in freehand between bouts of sleep. [...] |
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