> jumping into life.

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I wake to the sound of rain; for a moment, I think my ceiling must be leaking again, but this is a much better sound. The sky is dark and soon the rain turns to snow, then back again. I burrow into my bed, pulling the blankets close around me, and wiggle in sleepy happiness until the alarm interrupts my reverie. But no matter: I am still sleepy, and happy, and it is still raining. I can't really ask for more.

Ahhh, rain.

All i do is read the blog and i hear your voice. A voice not heard for years, strange how the passage of time seems to have diluted nothing.

The rain, the sleep, the burrowing....

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