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Jan 2015
It's the month of crescent moons and burgundy flamed candles. Of burning sage and twinkling hooded lights flickering in frosted windows. Of icy mornings with scarves wrapped beneath pink noses and wet lashes. Of lonely evergreens and sleigh bells and a distant howl in the wind.
kellkaym
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