Welcome February…the shortest month. Rich with reds and pinks, rose petals and white lace…strawberry dipped chocolates…midnight wine goblets in heated restaurants. We listen to murmured chatter as we glance out frosted glass; knowing and feeling that despite many and varied bitter March gusts, February is winter’s farewell tip of the hat, the ice-wink…and the grand Cupid exit.
Another February slips on into the twelve month cycle of life…a month of pinks and creams, reds and rose striations…with a dash of black…
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