The Seasons Change, the Year Goes by Misunderstood.

Personifying natural forces is nothing new; let's twist the seasons —and add a tiny political angle.

Photo by Biegun Wschodni on Unsplash

Spring is a naive teenager, idealistic and up in your face. How much energy is required to overcome the inertia of the cold? She riots in the streets, hit by pepper to the eye, she radiates out warmth: thawing…

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Wrote in my youth for expression, Writing now for sanity. Read in my youth for escape, Reading now for grounding.

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