DAY 4: Smoke rings read my fortune, blankets all I am—hidden meanings and secret truths I’ve yet to understand. And he—the one who haunts my dreams—remains faceless. The news speaks of bomb cyclones and Niagara Falls freezing; I guess anything is possible…
**I will post everyday at noon MST.
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