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the little things
evening, hailstones are being blown in the wind and I am walking, stumbling home in the dark when from somewhere a songbird sings
Published 7th Dec 2021
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8th Dec 2021 00:00am
I loved this little moment of winter beauty. Felt like an actual gust of air on my cheek.
8th Dec 2021 00:07am
8th Dec 2021 11:23pm
