As I look outside the window and watch the snow fall, I think.
About snowflakes. And Christmas.
I miss my house. And everything in it. The blades of grass in my backyard. The pictures on the fridge. My shoe closet. The carpet in the study. My favourite blanket. And the way it always sat in my favourite corner.
As I look outside the window and watch the snow fall, I think.
About home.
posted by S @ 10:24 AM
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