it's early afternoon but dusky like evenfall, the sky outside roiling with angry clouds.
tempestuous weather. just about my favorite kind.
moody, gusty wind makes me feel small, but in a good way. a way that impels me to gather my children to me, to nest in layers of quilts, and to breathe in the decadent vapor steaming from cups of hot chocolate.
The Gift that Keeps on Growing
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