rolling stones

the winter air of the 9th night of the 12th is so cold it burns. it permeates the body deeper and faster than any other virus known to science and to man. despite its stinging like a cold and newly sharpened knife, it still provides comfort, something like a spiritual warmth, a metaphorical embrace to the lone traveler waiting for bus 763.

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