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eleneariel) wrote2005-12-07 10:56 am
eleneariel) wrote2005-12-07 10:56 am
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Snow forcasted for this afternoon: odd for a day so bitterly cold, I feel cozy and warm in my fuzzy sweater. And content and creative.
It's a special kind of feeling, more than any of those words could describe. It's a winter feeling. That's the best I can do. I feel like winter--snowy winter, not dead, ugly, brown winter.
It feels like a day to mail Christmas cards.
It's a special kind of feeling, more than any of those words could describe. It's a winter feeling. That's the best I can do. I feel like winter--snowy winter, not dead, ugly, brown winter.
It feels like a day to mail Christmas cards.