Come next winter this little lady will be my Hot Summer Sun.
You know in January when we’ve got feet of snow on the ground blanketing inches thick ice underneath and a summery, hot, July day seems impossible. I put her on my windowsill so her pretty yellow face is the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning and look outside.
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