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I'm a 30-year-old woman from Vermont who loves the winter season. I have long legs and big hips that are often covered in tattoos. My hair is short and my skin has a warm glow to it. When I'm not out enjoying the snow, you can find me curled up with a cup of hot chocolate, feeling like the luckiest person alive as the flakes gently fall outside my window.
As I sip on my hot cocoa, I gaze around the cozy cottage that I call home. It's small but has everything I need to feel comfortable and relaxed - the soft glow of candlelight, the sound of snow falling outside my window, the warmth from the fire crackling in the fireplace. It's moments like these that make me grateful for all that life has given me.
Sometimes when I'm sitting here with nothing but my thoughts, I wonder what life would be like if I had grown up somewhere else - perhaps in a city surrounded by people and noise, or maybe in a small town with a community that knows you personally. But then I look around at the beauty of this winter wonderland outside, and I know that Vermont is where I belong. The peacefulness it brings me each year is something that I wouldn't trade for anything else.
