This day

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On the shortest, darkest, most bitterly cold day of Winter, I push through with the dream of this day. I endure the white and the grey and the way my fingers feel like they just might fall off, giving up their battle against the frost and the ice, because I know this day is out there. I live for this day. . . .

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