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Feb 22
It’s winter time
It’s lightly snowing
The pine trees are getting covered with a white blanket
It’s fresh looking outside

The snow glitters like diamonds
A fire is burning in the fireplace
The smell of the wood permeates the air like perfume

You are snuggled in bed wrapped
up in warm blankets like a cocoon

You are comfortable and safe
As sleep approaches you surrender to it without a struggle

You are cocooned
Barbara R Maxwell
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