≡ Springtime
I look out my window, and pull it open. Hear the squeal as it slides along its track. It doesn’t matter. Because finally, finally, there is a smell in the air. And it’s warm. People equate spring with flowers, but the smell is nothing so heinously stereotyped. The smell of spring is the smell of [...]
Topic: Life, Ramblings Tags: Life, Writing

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