Passing by a fence, I noticed this written on it: I don't know what to make of it. Is the author too happy? So sad? Being poetic? Just playing with whomever decides to stop and read? I'm going with teenage angst. I absolutely LOVE to see when ice wraps itself around tree branches and such
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