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April 30, 2007
Now itís winter. The depths of winter, when it seems impossible that flowers will ever bloom again, trees green with new leaves, grass grow. The world is cold, barren, muffled under a blanket of snow that has long ago lost its first, fairy tale luster and is now downtrodden, dark with footprints and tire tracks. Itís unimaginable that one day, the world will look different, will be beautiful again, that there will be hope and maybe even joy. But it will. It just wonít be the same as it was before, and they will walk it alone instead of together.