I walked home - over folds of snow and motes of frost, and prose awoke within me lost, spoken word to show to yall that winter falls, that winter falls.
Amidst these Christmas times it's very, hard to cherish winter when it's, grassy green and seems like spring, but last year, I did wing this thing! Before the image fades, a winter promenade.
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