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[hisbikeahorse]

*Tonight in camp, all is quiet, the world blanketed in soft white snow under the stars. You turn over in your bed, shifting to a more comfortable position under the blankets and

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[blue_on_deck]

[cuddles are new, but not jarring in the least]

[blue_on_deck]

I am.

[No really. moving to get up and everything.]

[wetfortono]

[could this be a tiny bit of gratitude? sighing, anyway]

[blue_on_deck]

[We may not know when and we may not know how, but I will be back.]