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There was fun to be had and faked in the dark winter’s snow

@dee loverling

@dee loverling

In the heart of winter, there shouldn’t be lines. We should all be burrowed deep into our mind caves sipping hot cider in our dreams. The merry go rounds still keep oddly spinning. There is no rest anymore. No slumber. No hibernation. The snow is no longer light. It is riddled with the weight of our confused beings. Tick tock. It was time for her booted-feet to sludge through the path of life. There are brightly-colored balloons up ahead. Time to smile, pose and laugh. There was fun to be had and faked in the dark winter’s snow.

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