Soon, my friends. Soon.
Soon, the veil will lift.
The clouds will part. The fog will dissipate, and the sun will shine
again. Soon.
Soon, the cold will come.
The leaves will drop. The water will freeze. Soon, our breath will
fog up the air.
Soon, there will be no
more obligations. No more constraints. No more duties.
Soon, my friends.
Soon.
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