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[rivermilk]

Winter is like a religion here; the cold sticks to your skin, eats at the marrow in your bones, rests heavily on your eyelashes. Where I used to live, cold was a variable, a minor discomfort, something that sneezed and coughed its way through the skies and was cured by the Sun. Warmth was always brewing, even under those momentary patches of ice.

Comments

[erikaerin]

I hear ya. I'm SO ready for spring weather. I've come to realize that the "First Day of Spring" and the "First Spring Day" are two entirely different things.

[jadedhazeleyes]

OST - The Living Sea Maybe this will help to liquify the snow back into it's original state. So instead of being trapped on an island without color, everything blooms into a wild surf of azure sky reflected upon foaming azure water. Can you hear the song it sings?

{My feet itch for hot, white sand.} :P

[rivermilk]

hermoso.

[jadedhazeleyes]

Yes, it is. *smiles* I'm glad that you enjoyed it. When I found it that morning, I felt a need to share it with you. Now, I know why. ^^

[embryonicdreams]

This is beautiful.

I read under "The Tuscan Sun" in the winter and pretend that I don't believe in snow. It still believes in me and finds its way to even the height of my tenth floor balcony.

I miss you so much, Darah.
I am lost in things waiting to be still lived.

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