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Life is beautiful on these kinds of days. When the island across the water is surrounded with the greyness associated with old photographs. When the light from the windows is too soft to cast shadows but bright enough to make everything inside glow. When memories are good. When history is to be made. When friends exist. When there's work to do, but it will get done. When things are no longer required to make sense.
I got into college. I shall no longer make plans for TCC. I have an interview today. The car has GPS so getting lost is no longer an option.
This is what winter is supposed to be like.