Un-forgiven

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whipping across my face . . .
red kisses left upon my cheeks . . .
crisp morning flavor . . .

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from roof top chimneys . . .
fragrant  boilers fill the air . . .
steamy heat escapes . . .

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hands snug  in pockets . . .
hooded heads hide lonely eyes . . .
fighting morning winds . . .

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Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 11/13/16

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16 thoughts on “Un-forgiven

  1. This made me think of Boston in the winter when the wind would blow so strong and harsh but then I remember some winter mornings in Florida that were pretty brutal too. I could almost feel the cold through your images, Kim!

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