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It seemed as if the wind was more exasperated as usual, its coldness brushed against her skin. The leaves were completely in sync with wind, angry as ever. The sun it seemed had disappeared and people on the streets craved the warmth of the inside, as they tried to hide in their heavy coats and jackets but she took a heavy breath and stepped out. Everything around her seemed to have meaning and Everything around her was joyous, she didn't care about the wind. Her hand tightened around the coffee cup that was completely empty and she walked on...
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Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 7:40 AM UTC
A sole traveler on a cold winter morning
It seemed as if the wind was more exasperated as usual, its coldness brushed against her skin. The leaves were completely in sync with wind, angry as ever. The sun it seemed had disappeared and people on the streets craved the warmth of the inside, as they tried to hide in their heavy coats and jackets but she took a heavy breath and stepped out. Everything around her seemed to have meaning and Everything around her was joyous, she didn't care about the wind. Her hand tightened around the coffee cup that was completely empty and she walked on...
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20/Cisgender Female/Fort Wayne, Indiana
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 7:40 AM UTC
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