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| Jumpered up... |
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| Mitttened up... |
I was happily talking to my loveliest of loves this morning, as we do every day during our usually twice-daily cyber ritual. Sleep was slowly creeping up her eyelids in the shuttered Lisbon night, and then she showed me how cold it is there ... I mean: mittens, a jumper! It was raining quite voluptuously here today, ponds and rivulets forming all around and the pool topping itself up again, but cold it was not. Poor Niki!
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