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Dec 2013
I leave my window open at night.

I plea that soggy air to fill into my room, letting my feet chill and the nightmares ensue.

To walk outside in the cold sun, fading the clouds into soft stretched white fabric.

I make my way to the low rumbles that echo through these condos, barely seeing the horizon in between.

You see, Florida snow, is just cold sand between my toes.
Kyle Hughes
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Kyle Hughes
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   Circa 1994
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