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Aug 2014
I miss the warm bed, but cold air
The way the fire popped in the morning
Or hot cocoa in the evening
Or frost on the grass
I miss the sweaters, hoodies, sweatpants
And visible breathe, teeth chattering
Hand holding
Snuggle closer
Hug tighter
Warm and toasty
winter.
Rj
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