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In a Sunlit Room by Tristan
I feel safe in this sunlit room. The luck is airborne traveling from friend to friend. Playtime, no chores lots of candy. Outside everything echoes with harmonies from the neighborhood. Winter, smoke curving from the chimneys in rings. Gifts and secrets given and told at Christmas and sunlight from my window. |