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Crunch, leaves underfoot, frost-lined grass, and the scrape, scrape of my windshield, my breath like a dragon’s cloud rising, fingers in pockets, scrunched up body, trying to stay warm
They had fallen months ago, time dancing with the sun to make tenderness into frailty. Heavy boots and concrete give an intoxicating orchestra.
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Crunch, leaves underfoot, frost-lined grass, and the scrape, scrape of my windshield, my breath like a dragon’s cloud rising, fingers in pockets, scrunched up body, trying to stay warm
They had fallen months ago, time dancing with the sun to make tenderness into frailty. Heavy boots and concrete give an intoxicating orchestra.