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Write me a letter

available on all major streaming services through echoes in the snow jan 3
Nowhere to go
Nothing to do
The gray sky tires
It buckles under its weight
shedding below
soft cries rippling across the soil
They litter the old road,
sighing to a steady cadence
scarcely audible, unless one listens
as if to alert one of its presence
and nothing more
and we are the clouds,
shedding our cares
So write me a letter
today or next year
tender, pleasant
a breath of assurance
write me a letter
simple, sincere
i will be here
nowhere to go
nothing to do

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