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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the clouds moving across the pale blue sky, dripping rain down on my patio. My cats sleeping next to each other, butt to butt, when about two years ago they couldn't stand each other. They breathe in

Cold Rush

Time to increase down the aisle. Opening up to something else that I can't see, to feel the assault of love slap me in the face.

Madness

Expressions formed on my flesh leaving being bruised marks, carried out of my sight. Sly smiles creep up my legs causing a handicap, crumbling me to the ground.

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