#brighter things
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Connected Phases of Thought
The winter of the mind is sharp and cold,A biting frost of stress and quiet grief,Where shadows stretch and heavy truths are told,And aching hearts can find no quick relief. I turn my back upon the bitter gale,To seek a shelter built of brighter things,Where golden rays of simple joy prevail,And cozy warmth spreads out… Read more
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