December 28, 2009 // by Lene Andersen
As we walked down the street to my mother’s, it was snowing. A quiet evening, crisp and cold, with gentle snow falling from the sky, leaving just enough of a covering on the ground to leave marks of shoes and tires. It was a movie Christmas moment, the kind of perfect that doesn’t happen except…
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