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Leaping out of the car, I feel the salty wind hit my face like someone slapped it. 
In a good way if you know what I mean. 
My hood almost covers my eyes, as I stumble over to my haven,

The ice will crunch beneath my feet as I walk along the wooded path. 
Strange cold patterns emerging with every step.
I wish I could be one,
A crack in ice stretching out to find itself,
Not alone but entirely independent.

Someone finally bought the corner lot
Right next to the movie theatre
And everyone hoped it would bring a promise,
Something the locals could appreciate.

But when the Porsches pulled up,
And built up 

She was a small girl,
In need of a friend.
And they came,
Trickles of preschool kids, turned to a steady flow.
Now they're on her waiting list. 
Just to see if they're cool enough or pretty enough or easygoing enough 

The first bite could taste like a candied cloud,
Moving to a rich collection of unknown spices,
A labrinth,
To follow to a place you might know. 
A taste you might know.
Do you get Deja vu?

So much of the time people think you need to "talk things out" especially if you feel you've failed or they feel you've failed.