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Rated: E · Sample · Spiritual · #2144528

Seconds of my mind.

What I enjoy most about winter is those few seconds of silence, as the snow is falling; cold, eerie, and dead.
That chilling quiet, where not even the wind can break though the cold.

Those few moments of silence are just long enough.

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