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Its snowing here. It will quickly turn to rain (experience, not pessimism) but while it lasts its wonderful. I can't spread anything but the words to you as it doesn't photograph well (and you probably get much better snow where you are) but its about the only thing shifting my blues at the mo.
Am going to walk home for once, across the wide & windy waste of the park, and fell glad to be alive. Or cold. Which is the one that makes your fingers tingle again?
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