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the cool, mid-afternoon breeze flowing through my bedroom window turns my heart to honey and my feet into flowers, rooted where I stand, though I'm still not sure if I'm grounded with the revitalization of defrost or buried in unforeseen melancholy.
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 1:36 PM UTC
the first dreary day of spring
the cool, mid-afternoon breeze flowing through my bedroom window turns my heart to honey and my feet into flowers, rooted where I stand, though I'm still not sure if I'm grounded with the revitalization of defrost or buried in unforeseen melancholy.
#dreary#spring
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Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 1:36 PM UTC
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