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Let the snow fall. It settles where it will, over broken rocks and the ancient hill (the burial mound of all we once held dear). Snow obscures the path. Everything's new from here.
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Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
Snow
Let the snow fall. It settles where it will, over broken rocks and the ancient hill (the burial mound of all we once held dear). Snow obscures the path. Everything's new from here.
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Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
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