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Thoughts // Seasons
While lying here with the windows open and ceiling fan churning, I hear the traffic on the near freeway. I feel the warm air layered on top of a subtle chill that is winter relinquishing its hold of this space, and spring/summer moving in. It is in the moment, I realized that with the chaos…
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Where…
How much time passes, how many miles of field do we cross, before noticing the footsteps leave no prints upon the snow?