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abi's avatar

I teared up at the image of cooking in the kitchen with grandma. wonderfully written, put words to things i had been musing too

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Matt's avatar

I like to think of love as a hearth; the warm spot in front of a fireplace. It takes a moment after the spark to warm up. Once it does, it stays warm and cozy to sit by and listen to the crackling sound of the fire.

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