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The softening sounds bring you to mind in an endless, quiet day. Whispering drops, poofing falls also adds brightness to this overcast grey. To sit in silence sharing ourselves, perhaps with a book and tea. I'll look look up at you, only to find you're staring back at me. The warmth of the room is chilled compared to the heat of my heart while I dream my lonely thoughts from the bright of day into the nightly dark. 2010
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Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 6:29 PM UTC
Snow Day
The softening sounds bring you to mind in an endless, quiet day. Whispering drops, poofing falls also adds brightness to this overcast grey. To sit in silence sharing ourselves, perhaps with a book and tea. I'll look look up at you, only to find you're staring back at me. The warmth of the room is chilled compared to the heat of my heart while I dream my lonely thoughts from the bright of day into the nightly dark. 2010
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Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 6:29 PM UTC
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