"Peacoat, skully, leaves falling...the flash of street lights passed are like memories of the past; frozen in time, frozen in mind...the bone-chilling wind rips through clothes like the gales of regret rip through those...those with weak constitutions that allow hindsight to create convolutions...creating mixed...and often confusing feelings while one is left kneeling...a victim of winter."
-A. Lewis
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