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outside the snow lurks a cold dew kissing warm birk and inside our house the tealight candles will melt a flame will flutter against a fogged window pane. oh how my breath stills captured there in bright beauty
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Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 1:54 AM UTC
the snow after Christmas
outside the snow lurks a cold dew kissing warm birk and inside our house the tealight candles will melt a flame will flutter against a fogged window pane. oh how my breath stills captured there in bright beauty
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Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 1:54 AM UTC
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