it's a grey, windy, cold, nasty day. the kinds made for fireplaces or hot cocoa. i miss the times my mom would have a pot of hot cocoa on the stove for me when i got home from school on a nasty day. i miss that a lot. wow, what a common thread in my life these days, missing. i feel that will always be a part of my life. i need to learn how to
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