Approaching Winter

For the better part of the last few months, I was in a funk and I needed to find a way to break out of it. Heck, if it took gettin' down wit' my bad self, dancing like a freak to some James Brown funk in order to break out of my funk, then funk yeah. Gotta get the funk out. Okay, I just ran slap out of horrible puns; and besides, I have two left feet anyway. I'm a lover, not a dancer. Seriously, if you saw me dance, you'd collapse in uncontrollable laughter. Right after I collapsed while trying to dance. But as always, I digress. What I soon came to recognize was that I had sort of wormed my way back into the cocoon I had emerged from about a year and a half previous. I got caught up in tryi

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