Boards of Red Tulips
Grace withereth without adversity. ~ Rutherford
Thursday, October 6
It's so cold...
...my fingernails wear ice caps. It's so cold, my arm hairs turn into mohawks. It's so cold, my tongue clogs up my throat, running from the wind outside. The cold front came as predicted, taking all our cheeks' blood with it.
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