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I grow a beard every year, from the first of winter, to the first of spring. It’s a reminder that even though I live somewhere without black and white seasons, the days still pass.

Easy to get lost in all this sun.

She loves snow, and I love her, so up the mountain we went.

My favorite piece of dialogue from There Will Be Blood.

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