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Are you ever so cold that it startles you to touch your own skin?  A cold so deep that you feel it in your bones, and so complete that you shiver and quake.  And all you want is to go home. You try to put on extra socks or mittens or scarves, but the truth is that you can't get warm until you are home. With those who love you.  With 4 legged friends who look at you with unbridled adoration, or with family who surround you with their rumbling white noise, You find yourself wrapped the blanket of the familiar . Home is not a perfect place, but is the place where I am warm.  Where I can finally thaw the chill of the outside world, think warm thoughts, and curl up inside my own dreams.
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
So Cold
Are you ever so cold that it startles you to touch your own skin?  A cold so deep that you feel it in your bones, and so complete that you shiver and quake.  And all you want is to go home. You try to put on extra socks or mittens or scarves, but the truth is that you can't get warm until you are home. With those who love you.  With 4 legged friends who look at you with unbridled adoration, or with family who surround you with their rumbling white noise, You find yourself wrapped the blanket of the familiar . Home is not a perfect place, but is the place where I am warm.  Where I can finally thaw the chill of the outside world, think warm thoughts, and curl up inside my own dreams.
Vlks
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
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