The rain gives way to glacial winds. I am failing at every turn. There are no avenues left I haven't walked in the downward spiral, no stones I haven't turned to look for evidence of hopelessness. These aren't the words I wanted to offer you, these aren't the fruits I wanted to harvest from my labor. It is winter now, and I am too tired to fill my stores. There was a time when I wished on the Universe for delights unexpected, but I have learned now the Universe doesn't work according to wishes.
Just give me a minute. I'll figure out how to work without it.
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