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December. I haven't written an entry in a very long time. Mostly it is because I don't have much connection with this journal anymore. There are lots of thoughts, and people, and places that I no longer identify with, and I think it's about time to move on, to create a new journal for my newfound and blooming self. Perhaps I'll make a post once the transition has been made.
It's getting cold here, and the air is crisp and clean, and stings my eyes and ears. It's absolutely beautiful, despite the chill. Ice has been forming in all the puddles on the sidewalks; I jump on the frozen spots and imagine I'm breaking the glass that surrounds me. I'm breaking free of my constraints a little at a time.
It's getting cold here, and the air is crisp and clean, and stings my eyes and ears. It's absolutely beautiful, despite the chill. Ice has been forming in all the puddles on the sidewalks; I jump on the frozen spots and imagine I'm breaking the glass that surrounds me. I'm breaking free of my constraints a little at a time.