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and days like this i miss you more than any other. in this cold i could see your breath and our bodies wouldbecloser. for the warmth, of course. your glove fingers wouldn't fit into my mitten hands so you would put yours in my pocket. on days like this i miss you more than any other. this time, on any other day we would be sipping hot hot coffee and making jokes about our past. we would probably make a fire if we had remembered to get wood. if not, we would gather all the blankets sleeping bags and quilts we owned and would make the greatest coziest blanket fort on record. days like that are ones I miss. and it's hard that today is not that day.
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Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 10:30 AM UTC
and days like this
and days like this i miss you more than any other. in this cold i could see your breath and our bodies wouldbecloser. for the warmth, of course. your glove fingers wouldn't fit into my mitten hands so you would put yours in my pocket. on days like this i miss you more than any other. this time, on any other day we would be sipping hot hot coffee and making jokes about our past. we would probably make a fire if we had remembered to get wood. if not, we would gather all the blankets sleeping bags and quilts we owned and would make the greatest coziest blanket fort on record. days like that are ones I miss. and it's hard that today is not that day.
January 22, 2013
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linnea-wilson
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 10:30 AM UTC
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