It Sang Down Victorious

The sun in the winter can be misleading. So can the words of another, an unopened box, or an invitation. Nothing is for certain except the words nothing is for certain. Hopes dashed and talents lost. Sleep will come again and so will a frown. The smile is nearly as inevitable, just more difficult.

A sigh feels better than a regular breath in the same way whiskey cures tired feet better than beer.

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