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Brooke Snyder

memories

So many memories 

So many tears

This is where I feel her the most,

She is with me.

The sharp smell of pine that refreshes your busy mind,

The ice berg air that turns the tips of your body a rosie red.

The crunch of the soft ice beneath your heavy feet.

The sense of adventure everywhere,

As I play in her playground,

I feel her presence 

And it takes me back to when we were j making snow angels in the white fluff together

But now ik that I have a real angel laying next to me with a smile so bright it could melt the snow.

My vision of her may be taken, but the overwhelming feel of her warmth will always be present.