Left Kristiansand in a dreary drizzle. Outside the window of my parents' house, the snow is turning into blocks of ice. It's like I'm skipping ahead of time, meeting the storm further up the road before it hits.
By the time it will, I'll be back again.
But this time, I might be in love.
Outside is winter, but spring is in my heart.
Life is weird.
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