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Sep 2015
Harsh brash winters storm through a forgotten town, wind and snow being the only thing you hear in the atmosphere. drew mist brings blinding fogs to the eyes of any unexacting wanderers. Summer has come and gone, gone is freedom from most responsibilities, gone are the ghost stories that keep me up at night. Winter is here!
Classy J
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Classy J  27/M/Medicine Hat
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