Fuzzy slippers wait,
a quiet hearth for cold feet,
sun-warmed wood below.
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Diane Foster
I’m a professional writer, proofreader, and all-round online entrepreneur, UK. I’m married to a rock star who had his long-awaited liver transplant in August 2025.
When not working, you’ll find me with a glass of wine, immersed in poetry.
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Pearl
1980 something. we all hung out at Pearl and you and i were nothing special, or so i thought. i mean we all danced, drenched in our own sweat, our own saline solution of fear, too many beers, shots, laughter, tears, fucks in the bathroom and i don't know when we began to be afraid. do you?
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Your haiku reminds me of winter days living in my little cabin in the woods. It feels so homey and cozy
So cute. I love this take on the challenge!