The Echo Chamber VI

Another in a continuing series of nonsensical randomness. The “rules” are here.

390397: Winter brushes the land of sunshine with an impertinent kiss, leaving behind a hint of frosty lip gloss.  The ancient drive to hibernate beckons with a seductive warmth as my blue-cuticled fingers stiffen over the keyboard.  Zzzz.

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