What If Snowflakes Don't Fall In Winter?

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At its truest form, love is a study in seasons.

Love is as much the huddle for warmth when the weather is cold, as it is the sweat on your back when it's time for the sun.

It is afternoon peace, when you welcome the night with its stars and its chill; but it is also bravery, when you're given the promise of morning but can't be given the promise of a gentle morning.

Which is why the book you're about to read is sometimes triumphant and sometimes sad, sometimes purposeful and sometimes lost. It is filled with poetry about love; love that is strong enough to imprint itself onto the world around you, love that changes the way you experience life, love that makes you ache for the ordinary, love that makes you want to be selfish, just a little bit longer, to just be selfish for just a little while longer, love that hurts like nothing, love that holds on through everything, love that can get swept away by the tide, love that restores like water, love that leaves a lover grieving, love that glows.