I started writing another essay but it wasn’t working. I didn’t know what to do with it. I sat at the desk, facing a window, and started daydreaming. It was eighty-two degrees out and brightly sunny. My thoughts turned to winter.
I mean the season (I’ve talked previously here about loving cold) and the aesthetics, a…
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