Exhale,
And the puff of white
Proves I am alive.
Wake,
Warm and wrapped
In comfort.
Dress,
In layers of
Cotton, thermals, and fleece boots.
Gather,
So we can talk, eat
And laugh.
Hope,
That the snow will melt
And light comes soon.
Brrr

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