Mistral wind roars
Harpies screech on roofs and wires.
I hide and shiver.
Welcome to winter…!!! I can see and hear the wind.
It’s the howling and whistling I have trouble with…. too many ghosts stories and monsters left their mark, I guess.
My arms are safe.
In a way …
Laughing. Not always even then.
No doubt. Smile.
I crawl under a heating pad.
I will have to get one!
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