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Posted on October 06 2009 under Arts & Entertainment
 By Flora KorkisIt's coming. I can feel the days getting shorter and the nights getting longer. In the morning you're surrounded by darkness. There is a cold chill, and you no longer need an air conditioner. The bright green leaves of the trees age as we do, and eventually they will meet their frostbitten death. All life has stopped growing. It is stunted or already dead. Soon, the snow will meet the ground and pale my skin as I walk across the mountain that is my home. But this is my home, and I would have it no other way. This is Hamilton. |
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