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The cold has come, with it arrived all our unspoken memories The ground has frozen over, still The mist hangs over the lake, sullen with the fears of man The sun has barely risen and the first fire of the day has already been made These past few days have been endless, sleep is yet to visit I have found myself doing all things over, tasks are what fill my days There is noth...
Winter's Echo: A Love to Remember
Aug 19, 2024
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