- Ben's poem about baking
- the way every intricate little branch of every tree is white with frost
- the sunny cafe at the Arboretum, at 10 am, on a tuesday in winter (groups of elderly folks sat and chatted and laughed with mirth over coffee and tea)
- seeing audrey for the first time since in seven days
- snuggling with sammy after school
- the lovely compliments from Rachel about my poetry and myself in general
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