I'm weird in many ways. My hands get ultra-cold so I wear mittens all the time, even to bed.
But who cares about being weird?
Warm woolen mittens are one of my favorite things.
They feel welcoming and wonderful and make me want to put on fuzzy socks, enjoy a toasty mug of hibiscus tea and snuggle up.
That’s how I feel like when I have my mittens on.
Like the world has stopped for a moment and is shining a little brighter.
Like even when eight thousand miles away, I'm back in my tropical home.
(To be continued)
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