The snow reminds me of last Christmas. Last Christmas reminds me of Port Huron. Port Huron reminds me of this summer. This summer, Port Huron, and last Christmas all remind me of being in love.
Being in love reminds me of the reasons I had to be who I need to be.
And that reminds me of the tension of who I am now and who I could be, have been, and must be again.
I must, I must, I must be again.
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