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she. raises her voice and drifts away. and now i sigh. sit back and meander. through the often hazy. predictably crazy. you and i.
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she. raises her voice and drifts away. and now i sigh. sit back and meander. through the often hazy. predictably crazy. you and i.
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But I realize I like the winter feeling. I like the smell of heaters, the feel of sweaters and blankets--gazing at Christmas lights, drinking hot things, singing Christmas carols--reading word time in my bed, wearing ragged woolen socks.
Lazy days of drinking beer outdoors, parties where chicks can get nekkid without freezing, and I can be the nudist proudly, surfing happily on a beach wearing board shorts.
Summer is the season of fun and activties.
NUF SAYD
winter = sick in bed with a fever
of my 3 years in Rio I only got a cold once, and that was because I shaved my head on some cold day
Every year without fail.
Last year I managed to preempt it...so it didn't make me bedridden...but our shows did suffer.