By whimsylph
The man stopped and stared into his thoughts, stark and quiet against the winter day. I didn’t know him but felt kinship with his outside introspection.
By whimsylph
The man stopped and stared into his thoughts, stark and quiet against the winter day. I didn’t know him but felt kinship with his outside introspection.
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