Because today, I’m feeling exactly the same way I was feeling last year when I wrote this –
I mean exactly – to an almost tee- and it is too weird for me to even fathom. That this day and that day that I would feel. . . Is it the lack of light that has me wishing for other things, is it the cold that infects the floorboards of the house? Is it the lack of sleep, or the too much to do? I’m not sure how, how or why, but this feeling, at this time of year, it permeates who I am.
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