Literature
Draining Life
Draining Life
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The weather around my town had the terrible habit of going dreadfully sour by the end of September and remaining that way up until the middle of March. Usually overcast, but often rainy, this year’s winter had been as soul-crushing as weather could get. It wasn’t until the end of February that the sun properly showed itself on one day, and it was about the end of March by the time spring set in and, what most people consider good weather, was more frequent.
I am one of those people. Sunlight really is the juice to scrub off the marble and steel grayness which had held the city tightly in its grip for t