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January 18, 2013

the trouble is by ~nicolemonique

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nicolemonique

Published: Nov 25, 2012

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i'd like life to be
quiet and lovely
like distant church-bells
chiming through snow,
muted by the smell of
an old book and the
feel of a fire warming
me into my chair, and
a mug of tea, steeping
the moment in hushed
gratitude, easily in reach.

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i really do like living in the city. but i guess my heart is in the country, and far enough north for snow. who knew?

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