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The harsh greys of smog hang over the bleak, slush filled, pavements. While the days, dully, slither past my window. The wintertide is punishing.
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Dec 22, 2022
Dec 22, 2022 at 4:21 AM UTC
The Season of The White Reaper
The harsh greys of smog hang over the bleak, slush filled, pavements. While the days, dully, slither past my window. The wintertide is punishing.
mruyak
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22/F/Pennsylvania
Dec 22, 2022
Dec 22, 2022 at 4:21 AM UTC
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