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Went for a run this morning. Cold and foggy. The damp gets the chill right into your bones somehow, and into your lungs. The cars were iced up and the pavement slippery in patches. Stringy spider webs sagging in the hedges.
Still, now I feel all warm and virtuous and deserving of porridge.
Still, now I feel all warm and virtuous and deserving of porridge.
