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Winter.

It’s Cold.

Dreary.

Damp.

Rainy.

Grey.

Everything withers.

Motivation withers.

Long days.

Warm blankets.

Sleeping in.

No sun.

Stagnation reeks.

Staring at the window.

Rain drops pelting on the glass.

Motivation has withered.

The body has withered.

Winds blow.

Claws on the bricks.

Whistling.

Warming the house.

The fire place put to good use.

Eating more food.

Soups.

Tea.

Coffee.

Huddling.

Cloudy breaths.

Not many people love winter.

So much to do.

But motivation has withered.

Energy has withered.

Flowers have withered.

All we do is shiver.

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