

I Inhale DecemberWinter gives its breath in waves of clearer mornings and crisper nights It whistles past my ears and I sit knees against my chest wrapped in mother's quilt, patched with handsewn stitchwork Worn and frayedI Inhale December
A tattered shield half-filtering December's evening
chill of air.
The stars, one thousand penlights scattering cross the sky's own patchwork quilt
of constellations, connecting to my eye and followed by my outstretched finger tracing the Great Bear through spiraling smoke that dances from half-filtered habit to despair
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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