We don't have our tree up yet (we're waiting on At), but it looks like a winter wonderland outside.
(I'm not even mad that I slipped on the ice and seem to have hurt my butt.)
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anticipatory story
my mother is old, my father older the hopes in my heart older too I will them to come back daily the way every day shows the way every day ...
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