How about a cuppa Earl Grey?

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And if it weren't for the moldy moss on the trees and the random bird in flight, i would swear the view outside my window of the top of naked branches was in fact a grayscale image.

What a lovely Pantone-Cool-Gray kinda day - the kind of day that prevents me from venturing outdoors and socialising. There is no wonder there is such a thing as winter depression, or better yet Seasonal Affective Disorder [SAD - what an appropriate acronym].

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My sunnies are not the only thing missing out of my handbag but so is the blinding suns' rays on my somewhat pasty skin. Alas, i'm over Winter.

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