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⋅ ₊ ⋅ ALISSON RIVERA (P.O.V) ⋅ ₊ ⋅

I like the cold at the end of winter, when snow is still possible, but the occasional flake melts before reaching the ground. Others see bare trees and gray skies; I see the start of something new. Maybe that’s why I’ve always liked this old bench outside the u...