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  • Writer's pictureMatt Smythe
    • Jan 4, 2014
    • 1 min read

TRACKS IN JANUARY SNOW

Updated: Jul 9, 2020



I turn to head back inside pressing new steps into the snow different than the ones that brought me here


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