What I desire for at the moment:

A table, out there in winter, freezing cold, with the one I will love, with squirrels that eat scones (with jam), to talk in shivers, to throw the occasional snowball, and just to sit, sit, sit and talk in the snow, to throw each other irreverant glances in the snow, to talk about the sun and Corfu in the snow.

 

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