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Oct 2013
There was a week the snow demanded we stay inside. Frozen fingers cured by a wood stove and by cigarette smoke. The gray skies were refreshing at first until your mind mimicked the color. Lifeless and sloth. When it becomes a burden to deny your muscles movement, only a few options remain during a blizzard. It was springtime in certain ways.
Driftwood
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