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I like to stand in the streets on winter nights. Welcoming the cold silence, even as my body fights it. I breath deeply and close my eyes, content, feeling the sweet tingle of the breeze crawl over my shoulders and breasts. I exhale and watch the cloud of billowing condensation float up and dissapate. I suddenly have the craving for a cigarette, a shame since I don't smoke, so I don't have any on me.
I glance down at the road, the frost glistens on the cracked pavement under the gentle glow of the streetlamps. Large flakes begin to drift down, gathering in the gutter as the first hint of light creeps over the horizon.

Description
I like to stand in the streets on winter nights. Welcoming the cold silence, even as my body fights it. I breath deeply and close my eyes, content, feeling the sweet tingle of the breeze crawl over my shoulders and breasts. I exhale and watch the cloud of billowing condensation float up and dissapate. I suddenly have the craving for a cigarette, a shame since I don't smoke, so I don't have any on me.
I glance down at the road, the frost glistens on the cracked pavement under the gentle glow of the streetlamps. Large flakes begin to drift down, gathering in the gutter as the first hint of light creeps over the horizon.