one morning in December after nearly a week of "holiday for snow."
dictated
piper of rhyme.
after 2 lines ciccio I realize that does not write.
ciccio you miss? (Usually red pen and blue pencil, courage, desire, interest)
nothing.
why do not you write?
I so cold that I have ghiacciosi under fingernails and can not.
azz, or raise or by clicking the radiators will have found another wonderful excuse.
ghiacciosa much, I must say.
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