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Previous - this entry written on September 23, 2003 at 9:31 pm - Next Strange, that after such a prosaic entry I can find the strength to trance. No alcohol yet, no drugs yet, just... preparation. I know what is coming. Winter. Cold. Fierce. Lean and hungry, clawing at the edges until I find a way to kindle a fire, to survive. Winter is coming. Take that not as a declaration of the weather, but of me. Pretentious, overblown, amusing, but it's still accurate. Winter is coming, I can feel it.
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