Right now it is snowing in that ethereal, graceful way that looks softer than a whisper. It’s the rip-torn, tissue-paper snow, so thin and feather-fluffy that you think you could blow it all away
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You know you've been out of touch when: You go 700 entries back on your friends list (journals-only, no communities), you still have two weeks left that you've missed out on, and it won't let you go any further back. I broke LJ
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