scattered and disjoint will this post be. i haven't seen you, dear reader, since last year; it seems that so much has transpired - so much so that i find it difficult to start. when i talk to the mrs every night, there are plenty of details from the day, but any more time and i inevitably find myself at a loss.

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snow. temperaments and temperatures. puzzles and painting; new life, old friends, distant families and close calls. fermentation, adulation, supplication. ice. dripping downloads, blazing fingers, and ringing melodies. flame. repeated stanzas. repeated stanzas. glowing, glowing, pine-fresh games. repeated stanzas. undiscovered potential. tepid thrills and childlike gasps. whispered tears, captured dreams, salty. lighter, slimmer, less confuzzled.

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