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Bare Bones
The bare bones of the earth are exposed when it gets cold.
The trees look like skeletons and the bushes deformed corpses.
With the winter comes the necessity for the basics.
The need for warmth.
By the fire, by the comfort of a loved one
The need for shelter.
To brave the chill, to take cover from the harshness of the season
The need.
When the first frost dusts the ground,
When the last leaf falls from the last tree's arm,
The earth sleeps more soundly.
There is a calm in the air.
With the season comes an all-around understanding that the world is brutal.
The bare bones brave the winter - without the leaves, the insects, the buzzing of other beings to keep them company.
They are stripped down to the very core.
To the heart.
Our needs are stripped down to the bare bones when it gets cold.
The trees look like skeletons and the bushes deformed corpses.
With the winter comes the necessity for the basics.
The need for warmth.
By the fire, by the comfort of a loved one
The need for shelter.
To brave the chill, to take cover from the harshness of the season
The need.
When the first frost dusts the ground,
When the last leaf falls from the last tree's arm,
The earth sleeps more soundly.
There is a calm in the air.
With the season comes an all-around understanding that the world is brutal.
The bare bones brave the winter - without the leaves, the insects, the buzzing of other beings to keep them company.
They are stripped down to the very core.
To the heart.
Our needs are stripped down to the bare bones when it gets cold.
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