Five Minute Friday: Still

For days frigid winds whip through trees, blowing leaves into whirling cyclones, and we head for cover, blankets, hot cider, snuggles. This morning, a hush covers our neighborhood. All is calm. I long for this calm, miss it like a faraway friend, because inside these...

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