Friday feels a nip in the air.
The end of her nose turned red and lost feeling while her eyes started to water. Despite having swaddled most of her face in her scarf, she could feel the cold seeping in. She thought of the time she had spent that morning styling her hair and makeup. What had been the point after all?
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Oh my goodness maisnon. This is the story of my life. Not so much with the cold but with the grubby hands of children touching me.
Your blog makes me want to speak French.
You captured my sentiments about winter exactly. Please never let me go back.
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