The Cold -The Cold- The other day, sheer cold hit the air, stung the stiff branches, then sent out a prayer. It said "I know about living, and all the troubles abound, but just step outside, not a soul is around. Sure, the weather is biting, the blame is on me, move away from the worries, I can set you free." #youngwritershousehold
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