It got cold, real cold, quick.
friends and fire
shelter inadequate
my boys' teepee the leaves are gone and we feel naked
Egon Sheile
ready to pick up and move
Julianna Swaney
someplace cozy
Country Living
and lay our heads down without worry
Farmhouse Wares as we listen to the owl cry out from the coldness
Albrecht Durerand dream of the others still out there.
Julianna Swaney
xo milady
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