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Warm fingertips
leave mist prints
on the frost dressed window.

close enough to feel
the summer joy
but separated enough
for the cold to numb you.

Yet you're glued by every strand
seeing the wonder
and feeling it a bit for yourself
by default.

It's not quite the same.

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