Exiting Winter

I’m running out of winter.

Like 15 feet away, I see green grass.

I can see where winter ice changes to summer breeze.

I’m so close.

I’ve never been this close.

I’m so close.

Just step, just wait to melt just just.

So close.

I’m so close.

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