And I would come into your kitchen, even if I had to borrow Santa's deers to fly to your place from the other side of the Earth. I would come to you cold and wet from the rain, and you would warm me up with your amazing tea sparkling in your tea flowers. I would be hungry, but you would serve me your delicious cookies, made with your dancing hands, mixed with the music and colors of your room and added fragrance of your art. Then I would listen to you magical stories, and the sound of your voice would envelope everything with a warm light, and put you on the throne where only you can be. And the walls would recede, so you could show me your wonderful worlds that special way that only you can see.
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ninetydegrees
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2010-02-25 18:41 (UTC)I would come to you cold and wet from the rain, and you would warm me up with your amazing tea sparkling in your tea flowers.
I would be hungry, but you would serve me your delicious cookies, made with your dancing hands, mixed with the music and colors of your room and added fragrance of your art.
Then I would listen to you magical stories, and the sound of your voice would envelope everything with a warm light, and put you on the throne where only you can be.
And the walls would recede, so you could show me your wonderful worlds that special way that only you can see.
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