Dear winter…

My dear winter, I watch you from far away, I see how you step decided on the rambling ways from sky highers. You are smiling me with your thievish look, you look for a path through me, you hug me with your cold arms but I keep the warm and the color hidden behind every snowflake… You run away when my hand was prepared to caress your pinken chicks… I watch you, I admire you, you are my winter, I’ll keep you like this forever…

Your childish smell, the tenderness and the deepen hidden tricks from your soul I keep them wrapped in the joy of life…

Even if the winter came, we leave again on the hill because Raluca always prepares delicatessen molded with care and joy. In front of mine there are the mountains, these beauties, colored Christmas ginger cookies…

This is the result… Enjoy it!

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