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pale winter frost writhes,
by gusts of wind, settles where —
salmon never leave
About the Creator
Vivian Grace
Long into the tomorrow- At the end of my road, I will crave and pursue sentimental recollection of young insight. By way of trying to preserve some morsels of curiosity, I am fostering my contentment. Without a voice of musing, what are we?




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