Winter commeth

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Night falls on this first blast of winter in my adopted home. A deep chill seeps through the tightly shuttered windows, and the wind sings a moaning song around the front door. I sit in a sudden winter lethargy so comfortless that even the seed catalogues cannot ease, and finally, winters melancholia settles in. If only it was unexpected.

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