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What is your favorite type of weather?
The gray sky lowered
to meet the horizon
you gave me
A pretzel
A unique Split
The salt
teased my tongue
Suddenly a
deafening
rumble
So quiet as
the salt lingered
A brave dry
leaf clung to
a tree limb
as a cold not quite
freezing breeze
stirred the
first autumnal
Snowflake
so it begins
Hello,
His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.
A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.
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