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December 24

My feet are cold as I write this, I could get up and find some socks, some slippers or a little blanked but with these cold dark days comes an apathy, a tiredness that drains away the movement. Soon we will be picking ourselves up for the festivities, for the excitement of the winter festival but surely it is plain to see that winter is a time for quiet, a time for withdrawl, a time for contemplation. Winter is a time for small tasks, a time for preparing for the new and a time for contemplating the old. I wonder if this christmas I will be the person I want to be.

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