January 19th 2016

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icicles
····at midnight—the fragility
········of loneliness

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Sometimes I’ll go out on a January night and be terrified. It’s well and good having a warm house to return to, but there’s also something in me knows the beauty is deadly. There’s no sound, no comfort, and nothing human. The cold is the numbing cold of the universe just beyond the edge of the air.

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