Chez Winter

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Free parking was abundant.

As were tables with a view.

Waiting for the sunrise, I held my cup of French Roast tightly in ragg wool mittened hands.

Until steam in my clearing nostrils clogged with icicles.

And a dream of a flight to France, sailed south to Florida with the wind.

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