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Jan 2018
Misty white sprinkles
dance and twirl their way down
on the old, abandoned bridge.
The skies are faded and gray
and the ground wet and umber.
Vibrant lights brighten the dreariness

and fills warmth to the blistering cold.

Christmas enlivens the dead misery

that sometimes embarks on our world.
Crystal Freda
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Crystal Freda  25/F/Louisiana
(25/F/Louisiana)   
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