Having freed myself from Adam's buggering snow-pit-of-death, I thought it time I make some sort of appearence on these journals.
Winter, as usual, is cold, blustery, wet, and dismal. However, it could always be worse...
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I'm not quite sure how it could be worse, but I assure you, it could be.
That said, I'm off to try to revive my toes. They
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