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Everybody counted the losses after last week. And no one wanted to admit it. Okay, it’s still three weeks until The Safe Time, when harsh unsuspecting cold has no more power over the frivolity of pansies and violas…nor over the deep yearning for something that can only exist in soil, compost and worms. 150 more words
Winter breeze comes and fly away so sudden. Thirteen has gone to fourteen. It is the eye, in front, hands cuddle polaroids and memories.