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A Thursday Morning in Winter

Posted on 2022/01/26 by Bartholomew Barker

The cars on my street were spray-painted whiteby that famous vandal, Jack Frost. The hungover sunoffers no warmth. I should remove the crystalline dewfrom my windshield but I must’ve walked widdershinsaround the bar— lost my scraper and glove. This credit … Continue reading →

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