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Quicksilvers
The car drifts effortlessly through the city, it is 4.26 am and the leaves kick up behind us in tiny tempest of colour illuminated by the running lights. The windows are down and the sweet sent of morning ascends. I shift up, my love touches my wrist and we are freed from the city's hold to be received by wide open spaces in November's desire for snow.
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