It's Late

It's after midnight. I should be asleep, but silly me, having a cup of tea just before dinner. The first snow is covering the deck. The moon is full, it casts such an eerie light on everything. We've been sick. He's been working too much, early mornings, long days. I miss him.

He mentioned I needed to post something, I didn't think he followed.

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