Winter in Oregon. Life slows down to trickle in the newly frigid streets. Mornings are haunted with eerie fog which engulf silhouettes of bare trees. Trace your reflection thrown haphazard about great chains of puddles that litter the pavement, which mirror melancholy skies.
Skin tight , hands and face weathered from Wind's chilly embrace.
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