“This is the last time we have breakfast together:
our warm coffee mugs on the kitchen table
our cold bare feet on the blue tile”
― Malak El Halabi
Ere frost-flower and snow-blossom faded and fell, and the splendour of winter had passed out of sight,
The ways of the woodlands were fairer and stranger than dreams that fulfil us in sleep with delight;
-Swinburne
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