If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: Seasons

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Sunday, January 6, 2008

Seasons

Fall gently colors and winter follows, what the sun now warms the snow will soon freeze, and with these changing times, I know that the teasing of fall air against my face will soon become a winter slap biting at my nose until it numbs. I feel a stir within and I want the enitre world to stop with... Sign in to see full entry.

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