I don't want to join the bandwagon and start whining, "I'm so tired of this freaking snow!!! I can't wait for summer!" Summer's not til June and to think these whiners were born here. I was born in sunny paradise and they don't hear me complaining. I just write about it.
This is my way of coping. Reminisce about the fun times. I remember asking Neruda where the zookeepers keep the animals during winter. He said they probably keep them in tiny heated apartments in Manhattan.
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