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a poem about feeling good in winter with support |
| Endorphin flakes rise from the layers of Providential, protective snow. Our guides surround us in our synergy energy, propelling us to create peaceful moods of productivity. The cheerful children come in from the cold, warmed by your embrace and embark on computer games, the fire fluttering throughout the room, and we all feast on savory, comfort food! |