Spinach: At least the sun is shining.

Right? It may be minus four degrees and the snow may be stacked in piles of crusted despair. But there is sun. And where there’s sun, there’s hope.
*applause*
Thank you, thank you.
*encore*
Yes, as I said. Where there’s sun, there’s hope. Thank you, thank you. Yes, yes. *bows*

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