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All year long I procrastinate until the cold December air is dense with the cries of these neglected tasks But the beginning of a new year is light. So much room to push stuff back to a later date. A perfect time to write.
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC
Procastination
All year long I procrastinate until the cold December air is dense with the cries of these neglected tasks But the beginning of a new year is light. So much room to push stuff back to a later date. A perfect time to write.
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC
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