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Time embellishes memories of youth when winter felt magical and much more. I was oblivious to the cold truth; and with snow skis strapped to my feet, I'd soar. Come Christmas, I'd write Santa a letter while my mom hung a wreath on our front door. And homemade snow cones sure tasted better than the popsicles purchased from a store. Winter was a time I'd look forward to, a time to build snow forts and slide down hills. And snowball fights were a fun thing to do, like riding toboggans and taking spills. Yesterdays weren't frightened of tomorrows, for innocence knew nothing of sorrows.

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Date: 12/24/2018 5:27:00 AM
Concluding lines tell so much. I'm moved. Merry Christmas.
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Date: 12/24/2018 11:09:00 AM
Thanks Anisha, I appreciate your support my friend, Emile.
Date: 12/16/2018 6:03:00 AM
Beautiful, as it brings such wonderful pictures into my mind, and makes me love my own memories a bit more, Emile.
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Date: 12/24/2018 11:09:00 AM
Thank you Caren, you honor me my friend, Emile.
Date: 12/16/2018 1:38:00 AM
Lovely, Emile. Well penned.
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Date: 12/16/2018 8:34:00 AM
Thanks Line, Happy Holidays, I appreciate your support my friend, Emile.
Date: 12/15/2018 6:35:00 PM
Great memories of fun events bring smiles.
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Date: 12/15/2018 8:20:00 PM
Thanks Casarah, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.
Date: 12/15/2018 2:11:00 PM
Oh, this brought back memories Emile. Well done ! :)
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Date: 12/15/2018 5:38:00 PM
Thank you so much Heidi, you honor me my friend, Emile.

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