life’s warm breath.

… and in the bitter windswept early mourns* of winter’s heartless clutch there is life’s warm breath in that ground… in that hard, frozen dirt that is my home.
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*morns is spelled incorrectly.
Photo taken on the grounds of Rustin High School, West Chester, PA.

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