Il fait froid

It’s times like these when my hands shake and my head swells that I take off.  The ground under my feet grows smaller and weaker. It is a bird’s eye view of houses, trees, and, above all, people. The way we are, prepackaged and alone together, shielding ourselves from the weather.
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