"What fresh hell is this ... !?!"
"Though now this grained face of mine be hid in sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, and all the conduits of my blood froze ... "
... whilst mentioning not mine giblets own!
Life goes on amidst change. Finding the laughter one day at a time...
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