SNOW. I cannot stop in the snow to say that I am sorry. There are restrictions to the entry of a cold face. I dare not slither to a halt lest I should see a sunny disposition in this icy place. Thoughts shatter into shards, it is so easy. When it is snowing, one can face the elements and walk into... Sign in to see full entry.
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