February 2012
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on that same note, I want that night back where we drove around the reservoir and pitched a tent in the dark, tip-toeing across the water to that flooded island, arms flailing and feet slipping, legs dripping and hair tangling. I want to howl back at those wolves again, relentless in their caterwauls, and remember the need to keep the fire going. I want to drive to the croton dam to watch the...
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I shouldn’t feel this down when I know how happy I really am, and I’m tired of feeling so helpless, drained, unenthusiastic, and easily upset in the midst of winter. this happens every year and I always choose not to acknowledge it, but there’s something wrong and I’m just not fit to live in this climate. I love sweaters and hot drinks, but I really do hate this season. I...
