February always seems to be the grayest time of year. The novelty of winter has worn off, the holidays have come and gone, and the skies and earth seem bleak and worn out. Although the colorlessness that comes with this time of year can get a little tiresome, I think there is some magic in the quiet moments before spring begins. 
really lovely Erica! thanks for sharing with me!
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I love you sweet one, Micki