Thursday, November 21, 2013

Always With Snow.

When it's lost, it's lost.

It has become a hauntingly welcome feeling over the years.

The first tingle at my toes signals the end of a beginning.

A curse has been cast upon me.

Pure emotion floods through my every cell.

Then deception pops up like a blemish, tarnishing all that grew before...

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