The blinding whiteness of the day outside etches fireworks on the back of my eyelids as I shuffle from place to place throughout the day... dragging my feet... hoping that perhaps the additional friction would add a little warmth. My skin is cracking, my hands have been cold for three monthes, and I have forgotten the color green
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Love,
me.
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You Still up in Vancouver area?
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