The crackle of sleet stings against the bedroom window. Early I wake. I find my…
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Snow fell by the many inches. The quiet harbinger had arrived. Early hours illuminated. A…
The crackle of sleet stings against the bedroom window. Early I wake. I find my…
A wedding anniversary. 50 years. My sister and her husband so dear. Sisters …
Living in Vermont one understands the power of each season. They are undeniable. Some usher…