it feels like something ended, feels like long ago. it took time to reach us, time to hope, time for us to know. it was expected but it's sadder still. the show's over, the snow stops, the sun comes out late, in time to decline. it's time to let go now whatever was holding us in captive thrall—it's past anticipating, we don't have to dream about it anymore.
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