Tear

Dear,
The hill gathers in snow comforter. The plants stream trough the ice like my heart while is straggling when I think about you. My mouth are mealting.
I remember last year. It was not like this. Snow was so big that I could touch it trough my little window.
Everything was white. I was worried and though about plants. It has been their first year, and about people. I like our home. It was worm that year. I was thinking about you and remembering what you used to do and how you had talked joke. I was laughing and filling teardrop in my aye s lash.