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One day you'll wake up and find she has covered the entire house with handmade lace. It's things like that that you love about her. Even though they make it so difficult to get to your car. Nothing about her has ever been easy. She is both peace and upheaval. She is sleeping in white cotton sheets and putting your car in a ditch. She smells like pine and sugar cookies, and she makes you want to catch snowflakes on your tongue; but she's also the reason you're stuck at home running out of food to eat. But after the memories of her, of frost bitten noses and chapped lips, of crowded holiday parties, and apple cider that burns your mouth have all faded away, you will meet this girl and her name is Spring.
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Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 10:36 PM UTC
A Girl Named Winter
One day you'll wake up and find she has covered the entire house with handmade lace. It's things like that that you love about her. Even though they make it so difficult to get to your car. Nothing about her has ever been easy. She is both peace and upheaval. She is sleeping in white cotton sheets and putting your car in a ditch. She smells like pine and sugar cookies, and she makes you want to catch snowflakes on your tongue; but she's also the reason you're stuck at home running out of food to eat. But after the memories of her, of frost bitten noses and chapped lips, of crowded holiday parties, and apple cider that burns your mouth have all faded away, you will meet this girl and her name is Spring.
A poem written during a blizzard.
emililium
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Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 10:36 PM UTC
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