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Nov 2013
Winter is a time for love, warmth, and passion.
Spirits flourish with strength, endurance, and desire.
They dash into flurries blindly, grabbing anything that holds.
Many souls grab mimics; branches that break. Lost in the storm again.
But those who can reach further and harder, hold on forever.
-Last year's winter. Fueled by heartbreaks.
Marshall CB Hiatt
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Marshall CB Hiatt  21/M/Salt Lake City
(21/M/Salt Lake City)   
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   --- and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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