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| Jet - a black cat |
Snow blankets the city in cold ~ beautiful but cold.
Sneaky ~ hiding ice layered beneath.
Wind threads its way through the city ~ restless and colder.
Full of mischief ~ whistling through barren trees.
Wool blankets are cosy ~ beautiful and warm.
Dependable ~ wrapping me ‘round, keeping me comfy
Christmas eases away ~ beautiful and warm
A comfortable throw ~ folded and tucked away til next year.
“The best thing about the cold was the comfort that came from escaping it.”
~ Claire Lombardo, The Most Fun We Ever Had
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