This smells like fresh laundry and I love the feeling of soft and comfortable sheets again dry skin, soft to touch and yet the winter tries to waken our spirits by the cold prickliness in our noses, but those sheets are white linen five hundred thread count goddesses hugging your knee's together, not buckling but not strangling neither, and just wait until the snow flakes fall beyond and everything else is white but nothing is quite as sturdy as this

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