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17th

by drunkenkind

In the midst of the tinsel scrum with most calendar doors feathered open sometimes a melancholy still calls. The fevered peaks of nativity plays or the constant electric anticipation of just what is in that box can give way to a sudden sigh in Christmas blue.
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drunkenkind
46 / M / UK
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Dec 17, 2020
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#advent#childhood#christmas#blue
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