Mother said there would be days like this, but she never said there would be so many.
The air hung thick and heavy, not just with humidity, but with a palpable sense of despair
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"Worst Month of 1981 for Downhill Skiing: August. The lift lines are the shortest, though." - Steve Rubenstein
As the August heat settled over the ski resorts, the typically crowded lift lines were surprisingly short
There are no rules for March. March is spring, sort of, usually, March means maybe, but don't bet on it.
The meteorological community is throwing its collective hands up in exasperation this year, admitting what seasoned observers have long suspected: March simply defies predictability
Straw? No, too stupid a fad. I put soot on warts.
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The seemingly cryptic declaration, "Straw? No, too stupid a fad
FreeBSD: Have you had your fairings today?
In a bizarre incident that has left many in the FreeBSD community scratching their heads, a series of peculiar messages has been appearing on various online forums and social media platforms, seemingly targeting users of the popular open-source operating system
"The little girl expects no declaration of tenderness from her doll. She loves it" - and that's all. It is thus that we should love. -- DeGourmont
The small hands tightened around the worn, patched fabric
"Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon." - Susan Ertz
Susan Ertz’s provocative statement, “Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon,” serves as a scathing critique of modern life’s paradox: we yearn for the infinite while neglecting the beauty of the finite