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Dec 2022
Streaking across my window, reflecting light from dripping chill. My breath fogs my vision - I close my eyes - and feel so, still. The patter echoes along my edges as the grey gives way to blue. Caught up in your atmosphere - I bet you never knew.
Danielle Rose
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Danielle Rose  Fall River
(Fall River)   
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   Taru Marcellus
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