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18. Student. Boston. Wintertime.
My name is Luke.


                   


December's winds of white, chilling to the bone, have been my downfall for so many years with their dreariness. This year I feel a sort of joy building up inside me, an excitement and happiness for the winter, for snow and peppermint and fireplaces. I want all the beauty I can find this holiday.



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