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Friday, 11 February 2011

Weather

The rain taps my face. The cold taps my fingers, my elbows, and crawls up the back of my legs.
Posted by Jean at 12:45

1 comment:

Dale said...

Yikes. You need to move to a place with a civilized climate!

13 February 2011 at 04:08

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