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Nov 2014
As unpleasant as winter may be,
It seems to mirror my soul.
Everything feels frozen in time-
Unmoving,
Reflective...
Dreary,
Yet bright.
And much like my mind,
Even woeful winter can take on a new light
With a little contemplation.
Victoria Kay
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Victoria Kay  New York
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