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Ever get the Romance Crave?
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Sometimes I get in one of those wierd romance moods, I think you know what I'm talking about:
In the corner of large, soft couch.
Tucked under a heavy blanket, arms interwoven.
Flames dance and tease in an open fireplace while snow falls gently outside the cabin.
Time stands still, nothing stirs, no sound, no movement, just a lump snuggled in on a couch in front of a fireplace in the darkness.
Heat radiates from the fireplace, enough to thaw the chill, but not enough to scald.
When the sun first shatters the darkness a dripping can be heard.
The roof removes its snowy cloak and the heap inside wiggles a little.
The two awaken as if from petrifaction, warm, comfortable, and relaxed.
The outside warms and they emerge, clutching steaming mugs and staying close.
A brief walk takes them to the peak of the mountain.
There a gazebo awaits, dry and sheltered, warmed by the sun?s radiance.
From there the entire valley can be seen below them, a hawk circles in the distance; level with them, but thousands of feet above the valley floor.
Basking in the warmth they lean into each other and enjoy the rest of the morning.
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