May the sun’s warmth chill your bones with winter’s vigor. May the blizzard’s cold stir your blood with passion’s heat. May the darkness of night light your way home. May the day’s cares be gathered like wrapping paper. May the heart’s winter…..
Ok. Food is not my friend so going to the store is not something I either excel at or excites me. Especially the Saturday before Christmas. As I poured my delaying cup of coffee I noticed the treasured feathers gifted last weekend. Their…..
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