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"How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!"
--William Shakespeare
En route to the office this morning I listened to Martial Canterel while the wind whipped around my face. Every step in the snow was accentuated by this sound that turned my mind to my love.
The wind blew and my heart beat and little snow-drawn tears streamed from the corners of my eyes. The tears were unintentional but perfectly wonderful.
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!"
--William Shakespeare
En route to the office this morning I listened to Martial Canterel while the wind whipped around my face. Every step in the snow was accentuated by this sound that turned my mind to my love.
The wind blew and my heart beat and little snow-drawn tears streamed from the corners of my eyes. The tears were unintentional but perfectly wonderful.