A Crisp September Morning

NYC

By Kim KuznitzPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

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The burnt flesh silence

Death's blanket coated city

Nine One One always

fact or fiction vintage sad poetry

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Kim Kuznitz

Hi! I am Kim Kuznitz: A surfer, fitness entrepreneur, and sommelier. My page is an expose of the musings of my mind. Topics include surfing and fitness, my entrepreneurial journey, but mostly any creative story I am inspired to write.

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