"The winter loves me," he retorted, and then, disliking the whimsical sound of that, added, "I mean as much as you can say a season can love. What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love."
John Knowles, A Separate Peace
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no longer a snow nut, winter means little... other than more reading time
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