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Winter nights are reflective and contemplative. Winter nights are cold and, for this very reason, they make us seek warmth, coziness, light. Winter is undoubtedly beautiful. Winter nights reflect the coldness of my soul, hardened by the cold of crying, painful winter nights. Winter nights put our hands in our pockets. Cold fingertips. The glove doesn't win. The dryness of the lips. Cocoa butter does the trick. (Or a kiss?)
Sinopsis
Winter nights are reflective and contemplative. Winter nights are cold and, for this very reason, they make us seek warmth, coziness, light. Winter is undoubtedly beautiful. Winter nights reflect the coldness of my soul, hardened by the cold of crying, painful winter nights.
Winter nights put our hands in our pockets. Cold fingertips. The glove doesn't win. The dryness of the lips. Cocoa butter does the trick. (Or a kiss?)
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