winter’s habitat

Time with her was like wrestling a polar bear.

The polar bear! The slightly-confused ursine cousin, the snow-kissed emblem of the unintentionally cute, the sharp-tooth predator quite capable of making a meal of lesser mammals.


I am miracle fruit. Freeze-dried ice cream. An hibiscus amid champagne.

I am the tracks in the snow.

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