Just In Time And Not A Moment Too Soon
Every year I slowly disappear during the winter. Bit by bit I descend into a private hell. Eventually I can't remember what it's like to feel alright.And then, at the moment I think I can't take it anymore, the crocuses come out and I know it's going to be ok.
To top it off I got to bartend on a beautiful evening with the windows open in Old Town.
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