The Long Cold Winter Never Ends.
When winter comes, and all the trees are bare, not a green leaf or flower to lift my mood, and the cold darkness chills the air. I ache, just to lay out in the warm summer sun again, too warm my skin through to the bone. It would make me feel alive again and not feel so alone. I hate the winter I always have, the long cold nights are the worst. How I wish I could hibernate like a bear, and wake-up in the spring, with birds singing and flowers in full bloom. The warm spring sun on my face, this would surely lift my winters gloom.
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