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WINTER MORNING
Jewel Friied
3-14-17
Frigid mornings and icy feet, as I walk across the floor. The window panes are frosted over with patterns of crystal art.
Outside, the snow covers the dormant branches, awaiting Spring.
Daylight flickers over the rock outcropping, peeking through the bedroom curtains.
The house is cold and silent. The animals are curled up in tight fuzzy mounds of fur. I am the only one awake.
Shivering after I wash my face, I quietly make my way to the kitchen to make breakfast. A new day begins.
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