the snow is gone now. it's actually quite pleasant. everything has gone the way of chirping birds, budding trees and blooming flowers. it is spring in the city, but some things warm more slowly than others.
"emotionlessly she kissed me in the vineyard and walked off down the row. we turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked up at each other for the last time."
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