Again, winter comes with the precision of a neurotic clockwork.
January 1st. A new year, freezing.
Nature did never betray the heart that loved her.
...It`s snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down.He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom. (From Corman McCarthy, THE ROAD)
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