Winters breath blows upon my blushed face. A kiss of death to everything flora. The kiss
crumples the once vibrant fall leaves, the plush green grass an ugly brown. Heavens breath
is bitter cold, as so are the people I pass on the street.Their collars curled upon their necks,
a scarf wrapped around a chin, a hat to hide their head. Why? I find this breeze maginificet.
I peel clothing piece by piece until im exposed, unfurnished. I kneel to the unforgiving winter
hoping I might slip in with the flora.
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