The heat of winter.
A Haiku by Martin S. Wathen
Teal woolen jumper
Slips on, cosy, just like new.
It’s winter again.
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Martin S. Wathen
A writer practicing in both prose and script. With a deep passion for film and screenwriting, I use this platform to publish all unique ideas and topics which I feel compelled to write about! True crime, sport, cinema history or so on.
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