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>Fat snowflakes floated from the sky, whipping around at the will of the wind. Tree limbs, barren of life, wore blankets of white on their elegantly curved arms. It was the kind of day that sent Robert Frost into fits of poetry, Jack London… Continue Reading “>Just a little story…not finished yet!”
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