Dearest Journal,
As I stood beside my truck and fished for my keys, I realized I never cared much for "Fire & Rain" by James Taylor. Too graceful to be true. I'm looking forward to spring. Roll down the windows and turn up the music. Can't ever talk to anyone in the winter. Everybody walks fast to get somewhere warm. Oh well. Tired of writing to
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