Tag: winter
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Winter
Little snowflakes—The fuzzy embroidery of heaven on my windows; Yet, when I touch the watery solid with the warm flesh of my fingers, it’s not heaven at all I’m seeing.It’s purgatory on Earth: not quite heaven, but at least not hell. The climatic pests of sweat and back-breaking labor, The swarm of heat that pulses…
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