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Each winter it happens again, deepening its way into my bones. Light, lengthening the days, even as cold plummets to colder. Gentle, promising colour of sun in an angle that warms the wall. Sneaking up from behind to give heat to my back, you were paler, even unavailable, until today.
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 10:10 PM UTC
Bending Backwards Across Time