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Friday, January 6, 2017

The snow is settling into every curve and crack outside as I watch it fall from these warm coffee shop windows. My eyes strain as I attempt to focus on the white landscape that is slowly smudging any sharp definition there once was. I am cold to the bone, but feel a warmth welling up inside as I watch the snowflakes take their place among the scenery. The sun is shinning bright but shadowed with negative Fahrenheit digits. Can you really feel discomfort amidst contentment? How can a body experience such contradicting things at the same time and make sense of it?


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