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But why mourn the woes of winter, when the birds lay stark and stiff so stern was Ida's snow? Or summers scorch, on a lazy noon, when the sea fell level and asleep under a windless sky? Why mourn old woes? Their pain has passed.

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Today was a wonderful day. I did nothing productive but I got an ICEE in the end. I almost got trapped into cutting off a boys ear tumor for ten dollars. (forreal) I think I might do it sooner or later. ALLI if you read this I thought of really witty things about us today. We have to AIM soon.