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  • chaoticallysmallpoetry
    • Oct 21, 2018
    • 1 min read

Burlington, Vermont

Feeling the wind on my face always reminds of Burlington, Vermont.

When a cool wind picks up and blows into my face

I am immediately transported.

Back to those streets I knew

Back to the college I attended for 4 years of my life.

Back to where my mind grew into the person I am today.

Burlington, Vermont

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