Myself: A Fiction

[erickahngale]

He had stayed up all night with the falling snow, and now in the bleak day with the salted and melting streets and the rusty shovels swirling dust and clumps into the air, he too, had lost hold of his quiet peace, now given way to shapeless chaos. Earlier, in the darkness, it had been peaceful watching the drifts lock together in midair and drop

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[anonymous]

I'm sorry, but I had to write a comment because it was simply just too bare. I couldn't handle it. Well, here's to consistency!