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Gifts of love in Winter My son with long dark hair plays arpeggios on our piano and glides across the living room in a tee shirt and jeans. This old man scrawls with cold hands as the April snows freeze solid and the window frame sways in the gusty winds. He takes hot showers to remove the chill from his joints.
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Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
In Winter
Gifts of love in Winter My son with long dark hair plays arpeggios on our piano and glides across the living room in a tee shirt and jeans. This old man scrawls with cold hands as the April snows freeze solid and the window frame sways in the gusty winds. He takes hot showers to remove the chill from his joints.
will-moore
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Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
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