I cycle to uni, and I've noticed the weather is getting colder.
One thing I've found in particular is that as I breathe, the air leaving me doesn't want to say 'goodbye', and instead condenses on my beard.
When I lock up my bike, I wipe my face, lest I look like a salivating lunatic.
the colour of my love for you
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