My room, like an old cozy cabin in the woods, the soft rain patters outside my window, and I just breath, lost in thought. I breath the cold night air as I hear the rain hit my coat, yet I am untouched, still warm in my thick winter clothes and long-johns. Only one more breath I can see as I step into... my cabin. The heater radiates warmth, my
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*Deborah Glover*
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