took her home.

elderberries and wood chips, cabin of oak hide away the passage from reality to our reality –
long has the dip into the snow been coming, hot springs at the end of an extended journey, and she is just waiting to find you in the living room while she’s wrapped up in a soft black towel, and kiss you on the cheek as you pen your way to the stars. sunflowers on the table and two pairs of glasses resting beside them. wafting coffee perks up the senses and promises that the cold weather will be worth every snowball thrown, snowshoe track made, and snow angel brought to life in the peaceful quiet of the mountains.

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