When winter goes into the single digits I put on her toboggan. How much of the added degree of warmth that comes over me is from the truth that a hat will hold in added body warmth or that it is Mama Franklin's old burgandy tobaggan. And I just now realized the subconcious (now conscious) reason I ride that old burgandy toboggan around in the back seat with me all winter. Maybe I should move it up to the passenger seat.
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Oh move that toboggan up to the front with you and I want to come along for the ride and feel her warmth and your warmth and all that love. Every time you write a story, I read and feel and every time you write a story my own world, expands. Thank you my friend.
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