Monday

Beautiful Thorns

"Beautiful thorns await the man who is blindly allured by the scent of the sweet roses."

Winter is in the air. Another six months of sweaters, comforters and near total hibernation. And here I sit, at it's beginning, typing away. The last one and a half years have taught me a lot, stuff that is hard to put into words. Or at least a set of words that fit into one post. But no matter. I have enough time. The ice age didn't end in a day.




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