winter is an eternity of piling on. and piling up. we wander along, heads down, into the snow. the bitter wind stirs up thoughts of homeless souls. the cold tests our strength. it puts an edge on our compassion. it's only a matter of time before the snow melts. and we are standing strong with our faces warmed by the sun. the best feeling is having been stretched further than we ever thought possible. to have survived the storm.
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