Frosty moan made wind

by 3arn0wl

Whilst his mate Hugh got on with the test, Justin sat in his Art lesson wondering exactly what shades the midwinter Monday blues were.

Was it the brilliant blue of a clear sky on a crisp, frosty day?

Was it that purply-blue that Oli’s lips had gone before she came into Form?

Was it the grey-blue of the ice on the village pond he’d broken so that the ducks could swim instead of skate?

Or was it the moody blues?

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