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Jan 2014
I sit at my window for months, watching the seasons go by.
I look at the dandelions grow in the spring,
and the kids from the block running through the sprinklers, smiling, during summer.
I watch the leaves turn colors on the trees, then the glide slowly onto the ground,
and in the winter, I like to watch the snow fall cheerfully onto the bushes, and see glistening lights on roofs.
I sit at my window for months, hoping that one day, the seasons wont change.
geminicat
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