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Feb 2014
I forgot what it's like to
be cold, freezing.
A blanket of sunshine wouldn't
be enough, I need more.

This is the same feeling,
This is the exact same feeling
that I breathe every year.
I always forget what it's like the be cold until it's winter and actually cold.
Amanda Fletcher
Written by
Amanda Fletcher  California
(California)   
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