Today is April 19th and it's snowing. I'm cold and i'm trying not to regret my choice to be here.
I had other choices. Sunnier choices. Warmer choices. But I came back to South Street. I like your yard. You're usually pretty good about keeping the bird feeders full. The cats stay inside and don't try to kill me. All this gray tho? It's hard to keep my head up. Thank goodness we have each other. At the end of the day, I suppose there is no other place i'd rather be than here, bundled up and waiting for the sun to shine with you. 
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