It was a cold dreary afternoon, my boots are in a puddle of tears above me. It is currently 12:05 my train is late. I'm not mad that my train is late but grateful. It's another minute I get to watch each individual raindrop hit the floor. That's why I love winter so much. Actually, it is quite simple. I can relate to how quiet it gets whe……
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