Epilogue Lately I seem to be consumed by the lingering past. The small snow fall on New Year's Eve has stayed on the ground, all frozen, slippy and suspended. Our Christmas decorations still deck the halls a week after the 25th. I'm still eating my chocolate presents. We still have mince pies. The programmes I video'd on Christmas day still linger unwatched. It's as though I'm living an epilogue of a book without a final page, without a definate end.
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