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My Dad died one snowy winter and as an “outlet”, I did a lot of snow shovelling. A spot for the car & paths beside the car. Then a nice swath for the dog. Even perimeter paths for the cats. Then the neighbours. Then, repeat until exhausted enough to sleep. And that, basically, was that winter.
This song came many years later. It was triggered by watching a live news report of a tragedy - the lone survivor, a young man, was approaching a huge gaggle of…