I have the urge to go to the secret playground today - rather strange, but perhaps this stillness that I feel would be extended out if I were there.
I can see what it is like - feel the cold air on my face as I swing back and forth. the crunch of the snow (which must be several inches thick by now) is a sweet sound.
Nothing profound - likely I am just missing home
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