Oh, winter, how do I hate thee? Let me count the ways:
My limited warm-clothing wardrobe.
The cruel tease of snow days that never come.
That burning feeling in my chest and nostrils when I am out in the cold.
Prematurely dark evenings.
The little bits of fabric from my red flannel bed sheets that get all over everything.
Not being able to walk to and
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