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a glance over at the clock tells the time of 6:15pm. it stops me, and for a moment i wonder if the clock is off as the sun is still beaming in through the window. we've been through tens of winters, but every time, the emergence from it brings on that same feeling. little parts of us inside start to prod at the thinning ice they have been slumbering under. faith in the changing seasons like a bird who will start chirping before there is any sign of the sun.