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  • Nov 20, 2019
  • 1 min read

The streets sing quietly in winter. Frozen thoughts in major chords, laughter in steam clouds. The streetlights, too, hum electric lullabies. The Christmas lights shake in whistled winds.


The streets sing quietly in winter, harmonize the scuttling of shoes, the shuffling of coats, and the murmuring, the melody, beneath them: It’s your heart. Still beating. Good.





 
 
 

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