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Nora VanRees The Warmth of Yesterday

[The Warmth of Yesterday]

Nora VanRees

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the sky was soft and white, frost kissed blades of grass, the air was cold and twirled with my Fingertips. i remember these days of yesterday, when snowflakes rested their weary heads on the edge of my nose, and the indigo hues of Nightfall brushed my eyes to close and sleep when warm milk passed through rosy lips and a yellow night light shined in my bedroom. i miss the drowsiness of December, when the sky was soft and white, when periwinkle curtains were drawn open, and grandmother kissed me good-morning while milk boiled on the stove, and snow fell just beyond the window.

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