Winter Ghosts & Snowy Shadows

Peering out onto a snowy street, I realize that all memories are ghosts.

It doesn’t even feel like I’m here.

Certain presences linger.

Certain memories remain.

But if you look too closely, you are prone to miss them.

I keep a general gaze instead.

When you let things go hazy, they occasionally come into better focus.

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