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Quiet Storm As I wait, I close my eyes and awake to a blizzard miles north of my home in a cabin that I had been to the winter before.Quiet Storm by ~Pure-Escapist
A lonely, beautiful place, the cabin is snowed in but that is alright;
the windows are big enough and looking out is almost the same as being in the heart of that beautiful blizzard.
Red by ~Pure-Escapist
and cranberry juice IS really tasty....yummms...
--
Kari~
Droplets of time
~and my words go lost, unheard...