Patient, wrinkled hands nails rimmed with flour folding, unfolding over gingham-aproned knees rocking by frost-flowered window waiting for peals of laughter tumbling in a blizzard of mittens mufflers and toques with hungry mouths begging for cookies and milk Outside the gnarled oak bends ice-covered branches tapping no solid shadow only twisted traceries on wind-swept white Times and seasons march without conscience just under the ice, behind the wall winter waits for spring
Reason for writing:
Leo - fire
Birth sign: Not entered
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