do not have to heat, much as it always propose to the map of isobars. We are in February and March missing Maye, May to Marcee, a thousand waters April. Typically, cold weather. In fact, I was hoping the cold to stay calm like a hamster in the corner of the cage, on the way to the vet, covered with a towel and do not know what's wrong. Those were my plans for the winter. Written and seem pathetic, but less so. I had to close several cases, and I absorbed much of the little energy we had booked for the winter. I was about to pass the time in a state of mind I had never felt before. Intense apathy and sticky, making life voluntarily without any seeming hibernation too. Want to write without knowing what to say.
I would think that spring is expected. Not everything is the face of pain that goes so well with The Last Survivor when he sees me angry. I do not know whether the places on purpose, but it makes me laugh inside. I've been many times that emotional dump others, I find myself pouring wearily about him, Lady K, on Queens. I feel better, I think because I have no intention.
And suddenly, an email in the inbox, an almost blurry photo of the second before a kiss, a tiny spot of heat on the ice. Sometimes the most dangerous thing is disbelieving. Or almost disbelieving.
remember when I was little and saw the pictures of Once upon a time the human body , infections attacking the body whose defenses were a man dressed in white who haunted the veins trying to attack the killer bacteria. But sometimes exhausted and needed help from outside. Life-threatening. Without going to that, my veins need antibiotics and less anesthesia, better defenses and a little less virtual ketoprofen. I do not follow it. Start Serme not enough to pull it up tomorrow.
Come early spring.
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