as we walk
we both agree that
this townlooks better under snow.
covered
in white.
with everything
down
to a crawl,
there is peace
at last.
quiet.
no one but us
is traveling the road.
hand in hand,
walking.
there is no where
that we need
to be,
nothing that we
want,
or desire, and yet
we go.
we go.
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