during the particularly cold winter of my junior year in college,
i would sit curled in my window seat with a cup of hot cocoa, listening to this song over and over. i thought it was so pretty that i wrote a whole story inspired by it.
it wasn't one of my best works of fiction -- something a little too contrived about a window washer who fell in love with a melancholy woman he saw through the glass of a building he cleaned.
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