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in winter, when the air gets cold - and breathing causes white ghosts to appear
- they light up the city with christmas trees, and strings that hang across the
street (from telephone pole...to telephone pole...to telephone pole...). so
that when I'm driving home at night - tired, frustrated and pinned down by
spite - i'm reminded that your love (unlike these things) will never change,
or fade, or pass away.