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what water is there for us?(what water is there for us to clean ourselves?)what water is there for us?
I am so bored, so welcome cold season.
Welcome.
I am forgetting how to write properly.
All the world is sad.
The face in the moon is your face, and you cough clouds of hazy brown.
"Is all this ...meaningful?"
Crunching leaves remind me everyone is so alone, alone as the black puddle, reflecting my recurring thoughts of-
I am lying on a patch of road, the pavement to my head icy, ill, inhuman, irritated.
The Myth of Unique SnowflakesWhite flecks of pure joy glide back and forth conducting an orchestra for the relief from winter’s tragedy as they fall.The Myth of Unique Snowflakes
And I do believe the sky is falling, I swear.
Sledding down the hill, my back to the sky, various dusts of snow danced dryly up and, bouncing, bit my face.
I saw a miniature avalanche this morning fall from a branch, like a waterfall made of snow.
It has not stopped snowing since it started last week.
Last week, a man from Yamhill County was sledding in the mid
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