

Red MittensIce crunches under my feet. I look down, and see rotting leaves pressed into the mush. Snow can be a beautiful thing, but on these streets, it’s anything but. My maroon Chuck Taylors are soaked even through the socks because somehow in living in the south for four years, I forgot about the existence of snow boots. When they dry, they will be a faded shade of red from the street salt. My gaze shifts from what I’m stepping on to the size thirteen pair of black Chuck Taylors belonging to my partner. He has never experienced anything like this. The closest to this snowfall he has eRed Mittens
Fade
Buried
Retail Therapy
Devious Comments
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cause we all know art is hard,
when we dont know who we are.
-Cursive
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