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Category: Koans
& then winter
When their streets howl empty echoes blue, and your wind feels dark and ruffled too: you’d better sit in something knit, ’cause fall’s here baby, and so are you.
When their streets howl empty echoes blue, and your wind feels dark and ruffled too: you’d better sit in something knit, ’cause fall’s here baby, and so are you.
