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Insightful Girl, Wasn't She before/after Heavy snow all day. Flakes the size of half-dollar peices. I'd rather be somewhere warm, but the truth of a girl-gone bye, to whom I complained to recently that I wanted to live someplace else said,"Argentum, I think you're the type of person who could be happy, no matter where you live." Which is damn insightful, more so than pretty much anyone whom has ever known me, but perhaps 180 degrees off course. Either way, she's probably right. The air is crisp and clean.
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