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| The snow is coming, so we bundle our hearts in covers. |
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| The two of us dress in wool, our breath tangles, frosty kisses iced with crisp sunlight. |
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| Long walks...sound of feet and crackling snow. it's a happy kind lonely. |
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| I live in the mountains for the cold months. |
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| Ice bergs waltz together at the edge of the world. |
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| Pieces of winter in piles around our feet. |
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| His eyes are the warmest thing about this day. |
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| We close our eyes and hibernate in envelopes till spring. |
