{"sf1_id":1100277,"sf2_id":"B1QJqE7e","title":"frost","author":"Roxelle Wolfe","words":49,"posted_at":"2016-11-28T17:20:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","Short"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1100277-frost","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/B1QJqE7e","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/24/3f/243f986f-7fd7-4d84-aa6f-ebd9b5bf9158","description":"A short story,","content":"As I stepped onto the icy slick porch, I took in the cold winter air, All of the trees are bare, I looked at you almost a stare, but I smiled warmly, the grass now covered in a blanket of snow, The frost crept up and kissed my nose,\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}