How many more weeks of winter?

When that damn groundhog declared six more weeks of gloom in a world already so dark for so long, I admit I too went back to bed. 

It seemed much easier to try to sleep off my grief than work through it. 

My alarm clock has been snoozing for so long, I nearly forgot what it feels like to finally wake up.

Good mourning to you too.


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