The wind whisps at my hair around my elbows. It’s a snow day, folks! Only taken a gander outside and it’s light but it’s nice to see snow in this part of ENC. Happens only every couple of years.
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blushed tones on my cheeks, fluorescent are the meek on travesty to not enjoy frozen, cold, harsh and starched. every thread a piece of fabric in woven weaves. timeless and powdery fresh to scents. the pine is dusted..
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