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It never melted from my boots that night. My skirt patterned with hexagons, stands frozen, crisp. Time, duty driven and brittle, exhales frosty breath
me,

"Clarity is never as simple as the snowlflake."I wrapped a scarf around my mouth while you talked.Bit down hard onto the wool; you continued.
"Complexity is diginified evolution, a man with a bowtie who tips his hat." Slush, black & oozing, while we talk