The warmth of a fire, the smell of smoke. A familiar place. Cold yet warm against the fireplace.
This day is another winter cold night, but a letter I must send. I shall send a letter of warmth.
A paper smelling like smoky oak, pen to write another letter to send.
"Dearest to you I send this letter, how cold it must be. How are you doing in this cold night? Please warm yourself near the fireplace, I cannot hug you with my arms so may the warmth of the campfire be a replacement for my hugs towards you. I long to see you again after this long winters.
All day it's cold, all night it's cold. But I feel warm thinking of you. The thought of you with a smile like spring. How dearest I long to see you on. Your radiant smile, your warm hugs, your beautiful laughter like strong breeze, may spring comes sooner."
A letter I've finished writing, I send it again. Will it be read this time? How many winters has it been? My spring still hasn't come.
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"Warmth"
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-A letter to you-
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"A letter for you"
Non-FictionThis story was made because I had no motivation to continue my other works. This challenges the creativeness of any reader, reading this. What is the plot? Why is this happening? Who is the main character? I was bored and wanted to do whatever, inte...
