Back to the cold months my negativity hangs heavy as festive decor times were though when warmth went unwelcomed when it blemished like a curse neck up, in a Rudolfesque glow how I wished then for wintry draughts for frost to staunch a maiden's blush to pass unseen in some blinding blizzard
Just 44 words for Lisa’s quadrille prompt: warm
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