I am almost looking forward to winter... looking forward to the muted white landscape, quieting everything, making it pure. I've been saying this a lot these days, and I'll say it again... Tabula Rasa, clean slate. looking forward to everything slowing almost to a halt. reaching an impasse. I have reached the bridge, key change change chords. I think I will hibernate when winter comes. If you can't find me, please just wait for the snow to melt and the ice to thaw.
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