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Nov 2019
I remember us. Arm in arm under the white void of December sky, and they were singing gaudete.
The lights died down then, and your woolen hand fit snug in mine,
I loved you.
Until the spring, enjoy this last perfect snowfall, but one.
Written by
Sophia  21/F/Bristol, UK
(21/F/Bristol, UK)   
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