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Campfire in the snow,
someone is keeping watch there;
cold contends with warmth.
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Winterthorne
Winterthorne stood alone at the edge of the park. The beautiful snow that had surrounded him was all trampled now, from the feet of all of the children who had built him. He missed the sparkly clean snow blanket, but he was happy that so many children had come out to make him.
By Laura DePace5 days ago in Fiction
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To me this is somewhat comfy cozy. Good work.