still the time for little white things,
still winter, and frozen nights...
mountain hare [in progress]
"After I got across the road, I felt like I was sort of disappearing.
It was that kind of crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun
out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every
time you crossed a road." [The Catcher in the Rye, J. D. Salinger]
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