December.
First snow.
Winter moon.
Smell of
Liqueured cherries
And sugarplums
Carried by
The north wind
Over the campfires
As you cusp
A hot tea
By the fireplace.
December.
First snow.
Winter moon.
Smell of
Liqueured cherries
And sugarplums
Carried by
The north wind
Over the campfires
As you cusp
A hot tea
By the fireplace.
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Nice! I like it
Thank you so much! ☺️
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