Sometimes up here it feels like winter lasts forever. The sky is always grey, the buses are always late and your shoes are always wet. You come in to a restaurant and keep your coat on. It's only when the music's on that I feel any warmth at all. It's only then that I remember there's so much life under all this snow. Just remember, “No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.” The best way to survive this is sweaters and songs.

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