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From BOK with love.

"I have left some small footprints in the snow above BOK, there they will lay frozen till the spring, if you find them… tread softly for they are deep and heavy holes… but thawing each day in the evening sun… like a cold and bitter heart."

“How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!”

-William Shakespear


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