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How nice to see you again, old friend… you stayed away too long this time; but I knew you would soon return to brighten my mood…vague discontent, festering silently until I acquiesced to its gloom, waiting to be rescued, knowing you would not fail to mock the dark, cold days of winter with your cheery rays and comforting warmth, while chasing gray nimbostratus and my melancholy sadness away.
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