in the winter i do know the sun may stay away for some time. i could say something profound like “it needs a break from the onslaught of humanity’s poor choices”.
but I think that’s just bullpucky.
the sun just wants a break.
we all do.
The inner machinations of a middle-class peasant.
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the tales we tell define who we are.
A Bougie Rubes' Momentary Delusions. 
please talk to me.