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We're back in this cold, overcrowded, dilapidated, crime-ridden cesspool known as Providence, Rhode Island. The trip went uneventfully enough. Rain, rain, rain, and rain. Which isn't unpleasant in Woodstock, but in Providence turns a turd into a wet turd. More of this weather tomorrow, and then we might see a few days of sun. Currently, 39˚F, though it feels like 31˚F. On April 8. Passing through the Berkshires and the even much farther east in Massachusetts, there were still frozen lakes and ponds. I very much tried to back out of going yesterday, at least delay it until I was working again. A night in the cabin and the forest did nothing good for me. It was wonderful, and sad, and added an extra touch of wretchedness to being here. Yeah, I know how I sound. I do. I honestly do. But this is not my world, and I've suffered it for seven winters, and, frankly, I'd just like a goddamn spring. No apologies.

Fuck it,
Aunt Beast

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everville340
Apr. 9th, 2015 12:40 am (UTC)
But this is not my world, and I've suffered it for seven winters, and, frankly, I'd just like a goddamn spring. No apologies.

I have felt this. When it goes beyond just a feeling and becomes an unequivocal certainty.
greygirlbeast
Apr. 9th, 2015 12:48 am (UTC)

And hatred.
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