It's cold. Damn cold.
Bitter, bitter, bitter
Snow falling. Nature's blanket covers the promise of Spring.
Sounds of life float frozen above the earth.
Hushed quiet . . . strangled by ice and frost and fear of exposure.
Warmth is a whisper trying to croak, choke, break free.
Do you hear it?
Wait for it.
Wait for it.
. . . .
Nope. Only cold. Damn cold.
Fuck. It's winter.
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