Writing 201 Day 5: Map. Ode. Metaphor.

 Blue skies remind me of you, racing clouds with the wind, just as you do. Don’t you miss the fields, the farms, and the rivers? I miss all sights, the birds, and the cows. Wake up, it’s not winter; you are no polar bear. Take me there, babe, let’s ride fast, before I turn into […]

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