Stepping Out and Dr. Zhivago
Stepping out and walking up the hill over ice-crusted snow and through the blessed darkness, Colored tree lights shine and blur the edges of […]
Stepping out and walking up the hill over ice-crusted snow and through the blessed darkness, Colored tree lights shine and blur the edges of […]
This morning a half moon hangs in the sky. I take my walk along the river at around 10 am, when the sun breaches the horizon. The river is consumed
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