Oh, Uncertainty

I am so tired of uncertainty. I feel as if I am walking through a fog. I cannot plot a route, or choose between two roads. I cannot even see to know that I am at a crossroads, let alone decide which path is best. I cannot see even to take my next step, for if I move my foot may strike unsteady ground, or perhaps no ground at all, but only empty air. For in the mist, though I may stand at the cliff-edge, I will not know it. So what else is there to do for me to but stand and wait and hope for the fog to lift?

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White, White Winter

I'm not sure I can remember a winter so snowy. For months there has been a constant veil of white on the ground, and storms that come in waves like the sea, misting the air and dusting the trees with powdered sugar. It seems like there are always snowflakes dancing in the windows. Really the most wonderful year for a winter lover.

It is so cold that I have spent the last three days at home, keeping warm with hot chocolate and my crocheted shawl, reading Angela Carter and watching Legend. What have you darlings been up to?

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