oh the infamous yearning is in town. it's come along with the soft loads of snow. every hour there's more and more of it. it reshapes the roofs and covers the tree branches. how cold can people's faces get when I watch them through the snowy walls. I can feel all of us gliding down a snow storm whirlwind. down into the fatigue, darkness and cold. and yet I'm alone in this. the other day I experienced beauty that is slipping through my fingers. so, looks like I'm back to my primeval fears and instincts. how dark a night can be.
however! the oh so anticipated kitsch party is going to bring us back to life, isn't it.
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