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Last day of January. The longest month is about to begin. (I don’t care what any calendar tells you… February IS the longest month. If you can live through those 28 days you have a chance of making it to summer. And we don’t even have spring to look forward to here! No budding trees. No new grass or flowers. No singing birds. No peepers in the pond. The wind does die down a little, but the cold bites down like a rottweiler and shakes you til you loose all feeling in your limbs.
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