No matter the season, or where you go, the skies are alight with November snow. It's hard to know where to go, or what you need to know, or tell friend from foe, in the cold November snow. No matter the mood, no matter the meaning, no matter the underlying angers seething, no matter the past or the caste, no matter the yearning to last, no matter who's above and who's below, all must someday face November snow.

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