Blogging · Fiction · Late night post · poetry · Prose · short · Thoughts Winds… January 24, 2018January 24, 2018 Cyranny Trees covered with ice. Winds blowing. Losing grip, on Winter. Warm me in you arms… or let me freeze. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Yeah, and my warm bed and there’s always the possibility of a hot bath too… just not quite as dramatic 😛 mouaahahahahahaha LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Cyranny's Cove 
Hey, you’ll always have your mermaid! 😃
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Yeah, and my warm bed and there’s always the possibility of a hot bath too… just not quite as dramatic 😛 mouaahahahahahaha
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True….but less irritating. 😃
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Than winter? Absolutely! hehehe
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