I love walking past churches at night in the snow. I love walking under streetlights while it's snowing, letting the snow fall on my face and hearing the snow fall on branches, sidewalks, powerlines. I wish I could curl up with you on one of these nights, walking in the quiet hand-in-hand, getting home and falling into each other. I love my neighbour's singing lights, the house Christmas lights that blink in sequence to Christmas tunes. I love walking home alone.
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