Distractions

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Winter’s charge disorients us from the simple resurrection awaiting just beyond. The blinding white brushing against my window hides not only the soil’s deep sleep but its terrifying palpitations. And I am reminded by the early nights that we only turn corners more frequently and with greater abandon.
It’s all a distraction.
As if to keep a single moment’s beauty from setting our soul eternally on fire

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