Apricots and Snow

Somewhere tonight it is snowing.

Bez’s hair smells of apricots.

Her belly is warm under my palm.

She breathes softly but deeply as  she sleeps

There is safety in numbers.

Somewhere tonight it is snowing.

But not here.

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  1. Too cold here for snow.

    Or for apricots.

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  2. Beautiful…

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