the wind is whipping the snow across the streets like an rabid and terrified angry mob.
The sun is trying to peek through the thick translucent veil of luminescent haze.
Can you hear the muffled wailing through the wind?
the pain is unbearable.
the snow squall is beginning to slow down again
flash flood of frozen condensation
and my pain, it comes and goes, weakens and strengthens in intensity, not dependent on anything except chance and fate
the rhythms of the body and mother earth
different yet so much the same
the same
the same
yet different...
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