you’re my winter’s sun
hiding many miles away
yet your hot sting stays.
—
04.05.2016
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Winter’s Sun
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This. 💕
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I agree!
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awww. thank you also dear Mel!
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You’re welcome 😃
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❤ ❤ ❤
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awwww. thank you, love!
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Sizzle, sizzle. * fanning myself *
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HAHA! Love the sizzling comment, Lonna! Thank youuuuu!
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Love love love!
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thank you dear Sheridan! 😀
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Very fierce 🙂
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So looooove that word! 😍😍😍
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I don’t know how to make those little hearts like Sarah does, but if I did I would put a whole bunch right here.
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I think it’s in the mobile phone keyboard, Andrew. 😉 Hearts or not, I’m blushing now. 😍😍😍
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Wonderful Rosema. There is nothing more beautiful than standing in snow facing a winter sun.
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I can imagine, Davy! Thank you! 😉
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is this bad or simply about waiting? Which can be bad enough. Will the winter’s sun return? The word choice here is stark and poignant, sister.
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waiting it is, brother! thank you! 😀
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