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Call the crier, let the people know that the best-laid plans of mice and men now lay on the other end of a long winter frost cut the root and send me wandering, briefly in catatonia, Catalonia- what difference does it make? Ask Emma, ask Alex, they'll tell you- from far away, everything looks fallen, and the trees still are falling, what was the case, ever, for thinking it would stop? Some people said they could scientifically prove that things would get better- this idea is incomplete- I should complete it with what I think- and I guess I just don't know, oh, and I guess I just don't know... herrrr-ooooo-ines like Emma, like Hilda, will tell ya,"This is how it's done- in Havana." with their lovely Catalonian Teaching-Assistants: Betrayal and Survival 101. Listen to those T.A.'s those Tee-Aaaaay-ZEE dwellers, we are free, and freedom is a strange and vertiginous thing in the winter- winter may be followed by spring, here comes the sun set, but it's hard to fade away when life and freedom are that-away, and you are on the other side of a long winter.
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