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What exactly does the b in front of log stand for anyway? Is the whole thing short for weblog? Wouldn't that be two words? (Web log?) My favourite time of the year is winter. I like to sit outside in my backyard and listen to my dog snuffling around with his friend in the next yard over. Winter is peaceful because there isn't hardly anybody outside, and the cold's never bothered me. I like nothing better than the soft, stinging kiss of a frostbitten breeze on my face--brutal as it may be, the cold has always drawn me within myself in a way that nothing else can. Shuffling my hands deeper into my pockets, I cross my legs and snuffle into my pulled-up scarf. I don't know. Big things have always happened to me in winter. I tried it today and fell silent with the emptiness in my introverted head. Content, I kicked up a dust of red rock dust and flicked my tongue over my top lip to moisten it. Who knows. Maybe I need to stop daydreaming. Who knows?
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