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the sun is winking,
and the scent of pancakes floats upstairs.
the air is chilly,
but the shower is warm
and the vapors meet the frosted window
(to kiss goodbye the frozen glass)

tired eyes still sparkle
at the sight of each other
as we laugh through maple syrup smiles,
and through our sunny snowy afternoon
of homemade cookies, and homemade happiness.
(this is a day fit for sunday.)

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