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Aug 29, 2017

Post Winter Tales

(I found this draft from February and will share because my content here is low)

Just like how you need one sunburn to confirm that you've experienced summer, you also need one sniffle to confirm that you've experienced winter.

My nose runs all day, until the moment I put my head on a pillow. Then, my large nostrils quit the one thing they do best: breathe. I feel stuck, similar to the last raisin in a Sun-Maid box. 

(And that's all I wrote)

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