WIndows - Vanessa Fields

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The morning snowflakes dance alongside my frosted pane. I watch as they tumble and fall, reaching for something that isn't there. A breeze blows through the lacy curtains framing the window. Winter already, no more long June days. With an outstretched hand I touch the silvery glass. I too am reaching for something, something lost.

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slowtyper237 3 år, 10 måneder siden
The only thing I just lost was my train of thought.

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