
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Rewrite of Box 15
Warmth puzzled my skin as it was just bitten by Jack Frost. Sounds of laughter, secrets, sighs, and satisfaction decorate the air and my ears as would the gentle wind blowing outside the domain. Only to smell the refreshment of Thanksgiving do I feel the warm touch of my grandmother's arms and the greetings of other relatives.
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