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I am. I am a cold, crisp autumn field. I am a plush scarf in the breeze, I am omnipresent, and yet never near. I am a crackling fire in a winter freeze. I am crumbling, cold, and free. I am encumbered by the slush and snow. I am waiting toe-to-toe. You have seen me, slouched, burdened, fatigued by the stress of the day, waiting in the back of the bus bay. I am all, and I am more.
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Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 2:37 PM UTC
Winter Freeze
I am. I am a cold, crisp autumn field. I am a plush scarf in the breeze, I am omnipresent, and yet never near. I am a crackling fire in a winter freeze. I am crumbling, cold, and free. I am encumbered by the slush and snow. I am waiting toe-to-toe. You have seen me, slouched, burdened, fatigued by the stress of the day, waiting in the back of the bus bay. I am all, and I am more.
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Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 2:37 PM UTC
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