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When the Snow Comes

Lulled awake at four in the morning, I pushed to a sitting position. Groggy. What woke me?  I measured my husband’s gentle snore. Out cold. My gaze drifted about the dark room, and I was magnetized to a light in the doorway. How strange—a light with form and... Read more

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