white wall
Great walls of white, frosted trees, deserted streets. In the night, all is still. My body is sore. Everything is quiet. I’m having a beer in the dining room, wishing I had someone to talk to.
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Great walls of white, frosted trees, deserted streets. In the night, all is still. My body is sore. Everything is quiet. I’m having a beer in the dining room, wishing I had someone to talk to.
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