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from a really old diaryland entry

Tuesday, Jan. 14, 2003 9:58 a.m.
because it’s only foggy.

I want a winter that feels like winter.

I want to sit by the fire and drink peppermint hot chocolate. I want to go ice skating and wear my matching scarf and mittens and play in the snow. I want to throw a snowball at you. I want to see my breath disappear right before it reaches your face as I lean in for a kiss.

I think I just want too much.

And yet I still want too much.