"I have already retrieved San Marcos from his cedar metabolic respite. The rain giggled, the wind trickstered and the clouds gleefully skipped over our heads. It’s snowing in Lake Tahoe. My doyen neighbor has gone back to keeping his fireplace alight throughout the twilight hour - the Quercus breath billowing from his chimney through my front windows - and my right knee has gone back to continuously aching as it surrenders to the air’s algidity."
"I have already retrieved San Marcos from his cedar metabolic respite. The rain giggled, the wind trickstered and the clouds gleefully skipped over our heads. It’s snowing in Lake Tahoe. My doyen neighbor has gone back to keeping his fireplace alight throughout the twilight hour - the Quercus breath billowing from his chimney through my front windows - and my right knee has gone back to continuously aching as it surrenders to the air’s algidity."
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