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Friday, August 05, 2005


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I know how you feel about the sun. I don't know how people make it through the winter in Alaska. I think that my brain would stop functioning.

Although nothing compared to Alaska, New England winters never bothered me as a kid, but once I turned 19, seasonal affective disorder hit with a vengeance.

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