fresh snow
fresh snow has a way of damping my angst—not soothing it, mind you, but providing a layer of soundproofing that renders my screams even less relevant to those around me. light snow continues to fall in a fine metallic mist. tree limbs bow low—not in reverence, but in resignation, almost, but not quite begging to be broken.
fresh snow has a way of damping my angst—not soothing it, mind you, but providing a layer of soundproofing that renders my screams even less relevant to those around me. light snow continues to fall in a fine metallic mist. tree limbs bow low—not in reverence, but in resignation, almost, but not quite begging to be broken.
posted by extraspecialbitter at 11:25 AM
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Dear god make it stop. I can't take much more of this.
(not much snow here, but winter makes me suicidal)
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I hate to be that guy, but man, is it nice here! I've been out skateboarding every day for a week.
Hmm, I guess I don't hate to be that guy, afterall.
:D
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