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Saturday, November 3, 2012
Saturday Night Music
The clouds hang dark and low; the sun is devoured by the wolf. The north wind whistles through the valley; all things living seek their burrows. I feel the hand of winter closing around me and clutch my cloak tight to my breast.
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