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A Walk in the Snow…

Snow, carelessly daubed around dormer windows, suggested a crackling fire inside and like the Little Match Girl in Hans Christian Andersen’s short story, I am carried away by my vision and can almost taste the hot chocolate of my drink awaiting me at home.

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Gathering Gloom…

The first time Daughts and I walked to the dead end of an unpaved road it was a July evening, still duskily light but too late to enter the dark, strange woods. I didn’t want to get lost along pathways Edward Scissor Hands may frequent.