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Jan 2015
I turn my gaze towards the cathedral window
I notice tiny snow particles fly sporadically
and that the sun is playing coy again
The wind wanted the limelight
and the only red tree danced away with it's glory

I used to be depressed, especially during winter
This is a sign, since I'm not
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Phoenix Rising  122/Non-binary/Death's Door
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