You left like a season ending mid day, no warning, just a sudden shift in the air. I keep waiting for the warmth to circle back, but the sky stays unfamiliar. Now I'm learning how to live inside a forecast that never says your name.
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Entangled heart (
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A great metaphor here that applies to many in that people are as unpredictable as the weather. Well said
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