The light was a hue of red, it had turned the sky pink, and the snow melting on the ground followed suit. I lost myself standing in the open doorway in the early hours of this December day. A cool breeze held me captive and played in my tangled morning hair. My senses were at ease for being tossed in different directions. For a moment, it didn’t feel like winter.
Standing Still – December 28, 2025
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DoRee MelNic 
Autobiographical?
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I have learned over the years, I am much better dabbling in reality. My imagination is too much for some people, including myself ;).
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It seemed like something that would happen. A quick snapshot of your frame of mine.
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Yes, completely. ❤️
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“mind”
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