I sit now in silence, and weather the storm, seek refuge from frostbite here where it is warm. My own house is shuttered, it pipes drained and dry, so long as these howling winds tear through the sky. They bite and abuse me, they nip at my skin, I wish they would lessen their incessant din. Storm-clouds ride upon them, before which I flee, aware of their furious, frigid fury. I do this for safety, not neighbors to vex, please go back home quickly dear polar vortex.
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