The dread that has settled in at the pit of my stomach continues to grow...
My muscles are tense and sore, my chest is tight, and my heart hurts with a dull ache, in anticipation of a doom.
A long winter lies ahead, with a string of cold and dreary days, and once again, I can picture myself - a small, dark, brittle figure, in sharp relief against the background of gray, shivering in the wind and looking dolefully at the sky...
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