interestingly enough this winter-like weather isn't as bad as i first imaged it to be. maybe it was the great escape to the beach that makes me not so bothered by this frigid sub-artic temperature hitting me head on. i'm dancing about, loving life, and wondering why April is here already. O how time flies by. it is what it is. eh? and i'm starting to feel as though i'm the fool for even having faith in the Weather Machine. i took Marguerite with me this afternoon to go see 'the show' and well as the heron symbol retracted into its orb nothing more happened. my friends, we have another broken Weather Machine on our hands. in more april-fools propaganda, please decide if you would fit the criteria for being one of the many who want to be part of the first permanent colony on Mars.
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