Six Sentences
February 2, 2010
Today was a fresh start, a new day, a new chance to get it right. But with so many fresh-starts-gone-wrong, why would this time be any different? The air was cool and crisp, but lacked any feeling of refreshment. A once-fresh snowfall was crushed and dirty and all the signs pointed back to bed. But the promise of a better today, tomorrow and next week was stronger than the will to give up because really, if you give up, what happens next? Maybe that’s the real surprise.
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