The crackle of the fire slowly fades away, its embers mark the end of another day. The winter snow doth glisten in the soft moonlight, like a Monet painting of a frosty night. Outside all is quiet, the carolers have gone home, the stranger he is welcome, this is not the nightContinue reading “Hope”
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