There is little else like sitting next to my wood stove on a bone chilling day, feeling waves of heat slowly relax every tense muscle I didn't know I was clenching.
I want to remember this.
That is why I write today.
To remember all those days as snow poured outside, how these fires warmed my insides. I hope to have a wood stove someday, as well as a cabin like this room I have known. Full memories and people I don't yet know.
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