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Sometimes in winter...when it's warm indoors, I open the window a little bit to let air in. I love that tingling feeling of cold air on my skin, For some reason it awakens me A little reminder that I can still feel. Is that weird?
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May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 3:17 AM UTC
The Breeze
Sometimes in winter...when it's warm indoors, I open the window a little bit to let air in. I love that tingling feeling of cold air on my skin, For some reason it awakens me A little reminder that I can still feel. Is that weird?
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josiemanaka
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May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 3:17 AM UTC
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