Oddbean new post about login | logout the sun is screaming Through the window's gleaming Beaming through the streaming Condensation My room did fill With a nice crisp chill A comforting sensation I yawn and stretch I can almost see my breath Winter is coming (Poetry)
the sun is screaming Through the window's gleaming Beaming through the streaming Condensation My room did fill With a nice crisp chill A comforting sensation I yawn and stretch I can almost see my breath Winter is coming (Poetry) nostr.fmt.wiz.biz