I remember the silence. Oh I know there must be sound as well.The care-worn carols and shop-cycled songs,the buzzing toys and once-again movies,cracker-blasts, popping corks and washed down arguments that linger. It’s just as we walked, all of us,through the… Continue Reading →
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