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I am breathing, really breathing. I have been forever caressed by winter, it has always been my time. It is when my blood becomes the deepest shade of crimson, and it is when my soul intensifies. I am a summer child, but I rejoice in the cold winds. I feel whole as I listen to the sounds of the waters. My heart always yearns for days like today, where I stand above the staircase and watch as sand becomes mud & emotions, concrete.
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Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 3:27 AM UTC
Winter's Child
I am breathing, really breathing. I have been forever caressed by winter, it has always been my time. It is when my blood becomes the deepest shade of crimson, and it is when my soul intensifies. I am a summer child, but I rejoice in the cold winds. I feel whole as I listen to the sounds of the waters. My heart always yearns for days like today, where I stand above the staircase and watch as sand becomes mud & emotions, concrete.
lunath
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Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 3:27 AM UTC
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