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 | In the morning, there are increasingly long periods where dreams fight for precedence over reality. Shake it off, but the feeling persists. We are waiting for the thaw. "It's practically Spring." Shhhhhh. Don't set me up for disappointment. I am not speaking in metaphors. |
 | March is that time of year when you start to lose it a bit. When you whisper about taking the plastic off the windows and walking around hat-free. But the ground remains resolutely frozen. Everywhere, icicles of death threaten to impale optimists. |
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bun in the oven |
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February Smackdown |
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gastro-intentional |
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India |
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me likey |
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monkey cake |
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narcisimo |
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news |
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open letters |
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politico |