Whenever I talk to you I get this feeling and I think I've always talked about it as this feeling of warmth and familiarity. But now I'm realizing it's more.

I feel like I'm covered in mud and my freckles that hide in the winter come back out. My skin abandons its pallor and is warm and young. And my hair, it's wind blown and tangled. I start daydreaming about jungles, forts, tree houses, caves, befriending feral cats, and trying to ride a horse bareback.

I start craving fruits and hearty bread and feel the need to walk my apartment barefoot.

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Oh Yeah?

Playing in the snow with my kiddies.