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The cold bites my nose And the frost chills my lungs And the wind is stinging my face. But outside in this moment I'd rather be here than in any more comfortable place.
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May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 4:11 PM UTC
Cold Air
The cold bites my nose And the frost chills my lungs And the wind is stinging my face. But outside in this moment I'd rather be here than in any more comfortable place.
#wind#happy#satisfied#tactile#cold#air#outside
HannahChristina
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HannahChristina
24/F/Milwaukee
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 4:11 PM UTC
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