Why is December like the most strangest, most mysterious time of all? At least in this kind of climate, here in the midwest; So cold and empty, with snow blown fields and very peculiar weather, particularly the clouds...yet so strange, in a sense that I haven't even been able to explain, at least not yet. Something's strange, isn't it?

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