Days fly by too fast. And, it just gets colder and colder. Good for snow, good for ski, bad for warmth. You've got friends to hug, but the one you want always leaves earlier than they should. I guess it's how the world will always work. I'm not exactly in the mood for normal bloggish talk, so I guess I'll just fill in the loops with poetry. After my lovely ski time yesterday, I quickly rushed home and sat in my room. Listening to music, and burning rainbow candles. Then, out of nowhere, I get this power to freewrite. Time to post them.
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