Something about the depths of winter (I’m looking at you, January and February) exhausts me. I don’t know if it’s the perpetual gray skies, the drudgery of having to bundle up every time you close the door, or the endless stretch until summer, but every January seems to be the same. I long to quit … Continue reading The Januarys
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