I feel composed of dullness. Shades of grey in blank and uninteresting faces.
My toes are cold and falling off and the snow falls silently outside.
Tomorrow morning.
That's what I'll say and that's what I'll do.
Until the last night when I don't.
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I fell to my knees screaming with my hands over my ears as the house rattled and shook. The snow outside fell, screeching, banging and crashing! Shattering on the ground like glass! Exploding on the pavement and on the roof!
2 comments:
I fell to my knees screaming with my hands over my ears as the house rattled and shook. The snow outside fell, screeching, banging and crashing! Shattering on the ground like glass! Exploding on the pavement and on the roof!
How are you?
As steady as the howling arctic winds, the cry of the loons, and the landscape of our barren northern lands.
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