Sometimes in winter itβs so bitterly cold that one says, itβs simply too cold, what do I care w...
Sometimes in winter itβs so bitterly cold that one says, itβs simply too cold, what do I care whether summer comes, the bad outweighs the good. But whether we like it or not, an end finally comes to the hard frost, and one fine morning the wind has turned and we have a thaw. -Vincent van Gogh
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