this sweetly melancholy morning hangs in breathless suspension.
no cold reason for despair, a question of hearts indulgence.
watching distance grow between blurring sentences scribed in the mist.
thought driftsnow released, in search of a new place to call home.
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People keep having to remind me that xmas is so close... I guess that I am just not paying attention. I've been very distracted...
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take care, take joy, take a tiny hug from me . . .
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