Probably what I'll end up doing before the snow falls for the first time is I'll go out and sit in the middle of my yard at 12am, with a sketch book and pencils and draw the sky. Since when it gets cloudy it doesn't end till winters deadly grasp loosens and warmth of life makes it's self known.
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RandomThis is a continuation of the other Random Stories. Enjoy and always open to suggestions
