harsh, raspy, notes
The woods were frigid,
I miss it there
with you without a care
inhaling breaths of frosty air,
between laughter we would share
the snow showed the glow of the suns rising light
as we mused along to the song of the northern shrike;
listening with much delight,
in our tree house of great height!
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Well done!