Winter Storms
Cannot erase summer memories
Winter storm comes in.
Watching snow flurries I am,
barefoot in my mind.
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Liz Sinclair
Amateur historian who loves travel and lives in Asia. I write 'what-if' historical stories, speculative fiction, travel essays and haiku.
Twitter: @LizinBali. LinkedIn: sinclairliz
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