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The rain came back today. I could tell before I even got out of bed - the gutter water trickling out onto the roof outside my window. My first year here I was almost glad when the darkness came, because the light in the summer time is incessant. Not now though, I could withstand two Seattle summers back to back.
It's funny how my body changes in the winter. With the late mornings and early evenings comes pounds and fogginess. Groundhog Day is my turn around point though. 4 months away...
This is the homepage of John L. Williams Southern refugee currently sequestered in Olympia, WA. I have no particular purpose for this page, seeing as I have nothing to sell, no wisdom to impart, aand no marketable skill to, well, market. This page solely exists to be a placeholder until I decide what I want to be when I grow Up.