The cold day out there could only come as far as the window pane, inside the home-fire kept him cosy-warm.
On the cold days she took sanctuary in her own warm room, cuddled up, resting, letting her inner fire play happily within.
Upon that cold day she felt the calling of her own warm heart, as if in these quiet moments it was her home-song.
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