from the breeze against my skin, I sense the [north] edging into inescapable heat, rushing in bursts between rain and faint rainbows. I am transported back to the first days of spring, when the chip of winter fell from her shoulders.
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from the breeze against my skin, I sense the [north] edging into inescapable heat, rushing in bursts between rain and faint rainbows. I am transported back to the first days of spring, when the chip of winter fell from her shoulders.