A Wise Blanket

The day was cold, though there was sun. The wind whipped.

    The witch curled up, in her small chair in the midst of her small room set in a small cottage, with a blanket. 

    She stared out the window, and thought about venturing into the bright sunlight. 

    The blanket suggested otherwise.

    She had a cup of tea instead, while curled up in her chair. She organised her thoughts. The world was bright both in and out.

    The blanket was very wise.

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