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Tuesday, December 18, 2012


The thing about winter is that it bites into your skin and makes you forget about the summertime. You end up (I end up) walking to the bus stop, waiting for the bus, chilled wind eating the delicate skin around your neck, wet hair pulled up on top of your head. 5 minutes go by. 10 minutes go by. And finally, the bus comes, heat, mercy. 

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