It's the time of year when you're tired; it's been cold for so long, dark for so long, the same for so long; nothing has turned out as wonderfully as you anticipated back in those early summer months, and there is not yet any end in sight to spur you on. Life is "flat, stale and unprofitable", to quote Anne. I don't want to become gloomy and disillusioned about everything, but right now it seems inevitable.
I'm reminded to hope.
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and tomorrow is a new day! with no mistakes in it :)
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our hope is certain :)
Have fun in America!
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