28 Days (29 if we are in a Leap Year).
How can it be that the shortest month of the year, always feels like the longest?
These 672 hours are eternal.
Winter holds on by a coarse thread and Spring still can't be seen within telescopic view. No holidays to celebrate (Valentine's Day doesn't count), the darkness lingers, and the hamster wheel continues to go round and round.
Groundhog Day, over and over.
Tears seem to lurk around every corner. Sadness is inevitable.
But, fear not, as it is a temporary malady. Without it, we can't March on. It serves a purpose.
Just as the mud serves the Lotus.
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