Winter
Winter

Winter

It’s just cold, windy, white, and barren. There’s less to say about the writing when every word has to be forced out, a slow drip…drip….drip under an overcast sky that freezes instantly on the page. I can’t melt the ice. Even my breath is too cold and too fleeting.

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