Mister snowman is wearing a long orange nose and a strange top hat. In a cold winter field, a young doe rests on bed of wilting flowers. Every soul sees some light in the darkest dark time of Christmas happy. Share this:EmailStumbleUponFacebookDigg
Read MoreCrammed in small space, I open my heart to find room. Closets full: pain, patience. A friend gave me a cup made with bare hands. Smiling coffee warms belly. A tiny house in winter teaches things we can’t name. Oh, but we feel. Share this:EmailStumbleUponFacebookDigg
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