from such great heights

the golden hour

Posted in life by chapwoman on January 9, 2010

and though i rushed through the engineering quad with teeth chattering and toes nearing a frost-bite effect, the blues and oranges and greys pulled me away from an oncoming cold. the cool breeze numbed my aching knees. the smell of salt water in the air silenced my groans. creation flattened me once again.

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