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30 January 2007 @ 4:34 p.m.

Diaryland, it's been a long time. I was off as a voyeur of the world, yet come back fresh like a breath of air.

Static snow drops in Arctic weather, laying the foundations of chilling winter. White snowflakes fall, but soon converted into slumps of brown, muddy slacks. If snow is Jadis's testament of maliciousness, then that snow crack in the bus stop seems like a beam of radiant hope.

And I, was adoring the snow, yet loathing the stoic chill. I thought I could make a wordplay of snow, but it failed.

Perhaps it seems better drinking Apple Cider and immersing in my paper on Citizen Kane.

How about you?