January 18, 2025, placed 8th in Brian Strand's 2025 Posted Short Form Contest
January 25, 2025, placed 1st in Line Gauthier's Bite Size Contest 98
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Gone is autumn gold. Winter winds howl, loud and bold. Sun can’t fight the cold. Jack Frost sits upon his throne, bound to chill us to the bone.
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