New York: one woman, one terrace, twelve seasons.
Oh, what a sight! To the Caribou Cawfee thankfully.Another world from here, I feel my coat sliding off.
Were it anyone but you, I would yell "foul, salt in our frozen wounds!" They are lovely and a fresh breath of spring.
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Oh, what a sight! To the Caribou Cawfee thankfully.
Another world from here, I feel my coat sliding off.
Were it anyone but you, I would yell "foul, salt in our frozen wounds!" They are lovely and a fresh breath of spring.
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