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dancing imperceptibly slow across the carpeted floor in our socks
it was funny- going down for ice-cream sundae supplies in the snow
laughing on the way back, we put the bag down on a parked chevy and went to work on a snowball:
maple syrup, walnuts. whipped cream and (of course) a cherry needs more sugar ? it’s falling from the sky ! (this heaven sent confection seems happy on your hat)
the radio was playing that sweet lost melody as we were opening the door...
no time to unpack or turn on the lights
shoes off, warming your nose against my neck, swaying in the light of thousands of tiny white streetlit angels
the song is over now.. but we’re still dancing to music
never-ending
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