Welcome.
To the worshippers of rain, the celebrants at the altar of biting, brumal, and forlon things; to the proselytes of sullen and solitary settings, the admirers of somber, gelid, and unlit pathways, welcome.
To more aestival passers-by, should there happen to be any, welcome just the same.
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Keep on running, there is no place like home by davcevski on Flickr.
