Cold
when the year
grows old - how I hate the cold
October - November - the swallow
goes down - follows
the sky - brown leaves brittle on the ground - the wind in the chimney sighs - melancholy sound
soft spitting snow - bare boughs rubbing to and fro - but the roaring of the fire -the warmth - the light - the boiling kettle - bright happy sight
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