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Pondering the cold and the white, frosted trees serves as a reminder that nature is no April fool but an ongoing mystery, a bit like life itself. So I am open to suggestion, seduction and cures for cold sores and head colds. A walk over crisp meadows, methinks. But oh, so much work to do, marking to be done, papers to be written and brains to be engaged in esoteric musing on ideas so I best get on - me and Dan like this song and I gather we are not the only ones - Classy Girls:
Well she was
standing in a bar
I said hello
how do you do?
Well she was
standing in a bar
I said hello
how do you do?
