Everything I write is too morose. I keep starting posts and the themes are unnecessarily sullen. There are a number of reasons for it, none worth reporting.
Blame it on the season, I suppose:
December has the qualities of death; not the dying of November, nor the first wind of sickness in October, but death.
Blame it on the season, I suppose:
December has the qualities of death; not the dying of November, nor the first wind of sickness in October, but death.
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