EVASIVE APOLOGY I am sorry for all the ones unclear what they say they are about I don't think it's always possible to be clear and still tell how it feels a couple of months ago I tried to explain the low forties and rain someone walking around in it talking to it ephemerals common experience flooding unreliability the hands' grip none of it worked out and now it's too late low forties gone till seasons turn again someone still walks around and talks but really just to himself
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