This is about contemporary/digital/personal things. And sometimes unicorns. And kittens.
And the snow fell.Slowly.As a you dropsomethingpaperlike.Cutting through the airslowly.Like breathor mild shagbreathed out.
Rememberingthe timewhen freedom meanta season ski pass.
And never reallygetting back to reality.
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