It's so wonderful when you realize it's the winter closing in, but the cycle never ends it keeps rolling along the highway like a big bus to the moon. Summer to spring. Spring to fall. Fall to Winter, and you still don't have a friend. The wind keeps rolling like an old film reel does, with no credits to tell you to get up and exit the theatre, without knowing the names of the people who made the life you watched up on the screen, but you were there. So you stay.
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