Probably unlike most others of the city, I was looking forward to the winter storm they were calling for. Big, huge, fat, lazy, drifting flakes of snow; falling from the glowing sky, to land and accumulate on the streets and sidewalks, decorating the winter wonderland that is as yet barren and bleak.
Instead, there is rain. Rain and slush and sleet and wet.
So, I shall while my evening away here in bed, smiling to myself as I read and re-read words about a love irrevocable.
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