Some nights, warmth fits in a cup
Tea cup warms my hands
Frost presses the cold window
Breath turns into light
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Lori A. A.
Writer exploring identity, human behavior, and life between cultures. Sharing reflective essays and observations from an African living in Japan.
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This is one of the best things about winter, imo.