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Love Letter to Winter Dearest Winter, I have been dreaming of you for months now, waking up to a new stillness in the room as a cold sigh. I’ve been lost within your illusory fog, the haze slowly lifting, revealing the hidden mysteries inside you as the day deepens like a slow dance. I feel your beauty tap against tree branches, crack against my feet, hold itself close to the window panes, and fall. I forgive you for melting, I do. I’ll forgive you forever. I will not stay mad when you send me snowflakes in sculptures that rest like glitter on my hair. I will not stay mad when I wake up to snow blankets keeping the world quiet and still, the gentle hush of an inward breath. I’m counting on you to make my hands cold again. Kiss my eyelids; stop them from burning. Leave me wrapped up with tea by the fireplace. I’m here, pressing my pale hands against the glass as long as I can, just to feel the shock of you. I’ll be saying I’ve got cold hands, I’ve got cold hands, and you’ll be kissing my blushing cheeks. I’ll brush your tears away from the doorsteps, I’ll melt your hold from the silver pipes- you freeze sometimes, I know, I know. Stay with me until the days grow shorter, stay with me until this city melts you right down to the cracks. (Kelsey Ispen)

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