Up...Up...Up...

Rise and at 'em...

products to shill, provisions to put up...
negatives outside the window, but the smell of snow is in the air...
pure and white, cleansing like.

Spring will come, after this winter of our discontent:
the last shall be first, the young reborn, and the poorly constructed will fall away...

February 21 -- one month to spring -- Ruth's birthday,
and then a lucky 7 to October 21...
Fall / the Golden days.

**stretching**
Who's in?

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Make it a great day out there,
and look out for yourself...

We really do need you to shine on...
(and on...and on...and on...and on...and on...and on...and on...)

*coffee calls.*