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Why must the day to celebrate love be at the worst possible time? |
| February 14th The wind is a howling wall of snow, a world of white, a frozen glow. Earth and sky now seem as one. Barren ground screams, "Life is done". Cold like a razor, sharp and deep, animals starve and people weep. A month so cruel and cursed from above, why is it known as a time for love? |