the bitter cold spell we've been experiencing this past week has really got me thinking...is the cold weather really a metaphor for life itself? i breathe, and i see my breath in front of me...just as i can see the rest of my days unfolding in front of my eyes...sad, gray eyes. the morning dew crystalizing on the dead leaves so depressingly devoid
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