Gray

Blistering morning

Snow soaking our clothes like rain

Car covered in ice

We step, bleary eyed

Sleep floating off our bodies

In the bitter cold

And pretend to go along

As a normal day

By mshipstory

Hi!

I'm Lindsay Adams. I'm passionate about history, teaching, and writing.

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