Another day goes swiftly down as dark overtakes the sky. A
weariness I can't explain has felled me, and a scent of hopelessness is
creeping in around the window-frames, a draft with which I'm quite familiar and
one I seem unable to avoid, accompanying it. Drawing the drapes, or a heavy
shawl about my shoulders, seems no defense at all.
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