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Who says the night is cold?
as she glanced at the old sweater he had worned
. He took a lasting sip and the warmth simmered to his toes. This was the best one could expect
brought back memories of a cozy fire, and whispers of love
echo like a dance of angels. Sometimes the candle flickers and a warm sensation with a feeling of peace surrounds us all.
Home is where the heart is.
