November 23, 2017
One November day, the park around the pond seemed dull and unexciting, almost uninviting, but I took up the courage to go for a walk anyway.
Like the ice beginning to form on the water, I breathed the approaching Winter as it crept closer and closer.
Nature was burnt-out, bent, and dry. Life has departed, and snow started to cover death with a cr...
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