It was dark and cold at 6 PM this evening when I made a quick grocery run, and I was grateful for my fleecy flannel shirt. On the way, every light seemed twinkly and welcoming, and at the store all the hearty holiday provisions were tempting, but the promise of a warm home and woodfire at the hearth sustained me as I shopped.
It might be a long winter.
It might be a long winter.
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