Loneliness is standing barefoot in an empty field of snow while the wind whips around me
nothing to give shelter and solace

But then I met you.

You brought me shoes bound with your first smile.
You covered me with a coat stitched with your kindness.
You welcomed me into your home and we shared soul bearing conversation over hot tea.

I was finally warm.

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