... dull days...

… dull days…

… it never gets very light…

these dull, grey short December days…

expression rules… like the heavy hand of a malevolent king

sadistically, sentencing his subjects to terminal boredom…

… revelling in their squirming frustration…

'till all imagination, colour and joy…

…all slip passed…

and sail, sail irretrievably away…

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