Today i woke to a rain filled sky. The December air chapped my face as I walked the lonely path. I have walked this path many times yet this morning it was different. Trees had turned into miraculous ice sculptures, the ground split wide open and melted beneath your feet and the sky was gray and crying telling me that this sky was where it ended.
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