It’s not so much the presence of snow and cold that get me. It’s more about the absence of sun, green grass and leaves, flowers, and that new smell in the air. If this nasty weather continues, you can find me on the fifth floor at Regions hospital, sitting with the unspeller (click on original post) and other folks, hallucinating and talking to myself.
Make It Stop
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I’ll be right there with you. At least you’ll have company. ;)
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