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Reacting to the cue of the temperature dropping, like a sliver in the heart to announce the arrival of the indifferent sky and the seasonal purposelessness that came with it. A sliver I would yearn to curl up into, the only color in the grayscale expanse of the season. It wouldn't usually bleed, but it would ache in response to touch. But sometime in my adolesence it stopped appearing, forgot to pick up a ticket for the winter train, decided that the yearly trip to my...