This kind of morning is among the best. Cool enough to require blankets but not cold enough to allow for snow. Better still is to have the time not just to linger here but to stay. I'd make toast, spread with maple butter, and coffee and bring them to you here. We'd talk and laugh and love and sleep again, and my only worry would be knowing there was an end to it. Still, after all this time, there is no one else I want to be here with.
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