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How privileged we have become, to love the snow. The pretty, white blanket has become a plaything to draw angels […]
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How privileged we have become, to love the snow. The pretty, white blanket has become a plaything to draw angels […]
The passage of time is marked by ritual. Birthdays are counted with tiny candles, Rush week is passed by getting […]
Autumn is here. The thermostat dips lower by the day. Sunlight slips through the bare branches of the trees before […]
It is the age of technology. Civilians have the ability to joyride into space. Warfare has evolved into isolated strikes […]