I think of last year, last year, that winter, your right index finger gently hooked my left index finger, so carefully and so warmly.
We just walked backwards in a dreamy white, sometimes fast and sometimes slowly, leaving behind two pairs of big and small footprints, and my unabashed and exaggerated giggle...
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