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[cielamara]

I don't know what's better: the pale, pale, frigid, windswept, starkly naked beauty of a the half-light of dawn on a November morning, reaching out toward winter...or the shuddering, passionate frenzy of the way some songs just hit you, and key you up to such a high frequency you can barely stand it. Both are making me insanely happy today.

Hello Winter, my dear friend. :) You're always so exquisitely beautiful, and get only lovelier with time. How do you do it?