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Feb. 8th, 2003 12:26 pmI think about this poem often when thinking on the events of the last few weeks.
The Loneliness of the Military Historian by Margaret Atwood.
Nothing to do but figure out what to wear, what to get my brother for his birthday and whether or not to catch a movie with a friend. The snow is deep but the sun is bright.
The Loneliness of the Military Historian by Margaret Atwood.
Nothing to do but figure out what to wear, what to get my brother for his birthday and whether or not to catch a movie with a friend. The snow is deep but the sun is bright.