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A December muse

When all of a sudden the otherwise crowded streets become empty and the cold white winter rewinds to the colorful autumn…the only sound I hear is the beat of my own heart, I know I am briefly but surely in….

A passing motorist shouted some profanity, the fruit vendor raised a quizzical brow and I shook my head hard and just rushed ahead.

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