April 6th 2016

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only
····my own tracks in snow to keep me
········company
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As if the warm weeks before had never happened, ice seals the vernal pools. Night falls and silence with it—the ghost of a winter that didn’t happen. The warmth falters and the pieces fall to earth—a momentary pause before the sun thaws the green wind again. intent.
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152 April 6th 2016 | bottlecap

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