Traffic hums
Jackets pile
Winter comes
Darkness falls
Snow gleams
Fire crackles
Mittens steam
Mallows float
Cocoa swirls
Chair beckons
Pages curl
Blankets warm
Sleep descends
Morning dawns
Night ends.
Morning dawns.
Night ends.
Until the day dawns, and the morning star rises in your hearts - 2 Peter 1:19
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