A warm pot of stew bubbling in the kitchen, the crackling of wood on the hearth, steamy cup of tea in my hands as I look out the window and the frozen world. Some days I hide in my little cabin and some days I wrap up in something warm and I just have to venture out. Today I've left my stew to bubble on a while and the hearth to crackle without me so I can enjoy a few brief hours of sunshine and the warmth in winter before the clouds close in again.
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