snow taps the window
cold pane catching each small flake
breath fogs the glass
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Boundless
A geographical map could take you there. To the places I've been, to the sights I've seen, to the landscapes I've climbed. But no compass could point you in the direction of my memories. To the experiences I've lived, to the happiness I've felt, to the wonder I've held so close to my heart.
By Alyssa Musso2 days ago in Writers
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Hi By Kathy Tsoukalas