Dearest Sun,
I miss you. Remember last week when you were out and shiny? That was nice. I didn't think I liked it because it was also so dry and so cold and my hair got all kinds of staticy and my lips split when I smiled and my nose and toes were little ice cubes. I realize now I'd do it all again if only you'd come back. I miss you. Please come back.
Yours forever,
Crissy
PS If you want to come back and be warm too I'd be OK with that. You're SO good at global warming.
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