“Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,
When he bears his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.”
-The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
It seems that winter has decided to stay for a while. I am so tired of the bitter cold. So done with snow and ice. So over hard, dead ground.
Let the roaring lion shake his mane and shake the snow from these limbs.
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