Pup Seal pokes through the ice.
I'm not sure why, but this is another of my favorites. Maybe the whole Santa Claus lives at the North Pole thing from my childhood.
Pup Seal pokes through the ice.
I'm not sure why, but this is another of my favorites. Maybe the whole Santa Claus lives at the North Pole thing from my childhood.
"It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in spring, when everything else begins again, and blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then, just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops."
- Bart Giamatti
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