Dec 2018
Icy cold air breaking through the trees
Kettle whistling on boiling degrees
Fire snapping kindling debris
The hollow of the chimney
space
for all
to
breathe
Kettle whistling on boiling degrees
Fire snapping kindling debris
The hollow of the chimney
space
for all
to
breathe
(38/F/Liverpool)
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