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Nov 2018
I no longer dread winter's hand.

The cold now seems to ward off the darkness,

that tends to seep into my mind, like sand.

It preserves my youthful soul.
This came to mind walking on my lunch break :)
A Alexander
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A Alexander  39/F/Illinois
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