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Word Cloud: SNOWBLIND (Redux)

by NONA BLYTH CLOUD It’s an irony that the things I like best about Christmas are traditions from places where Winter means snow and ice. The smell of pine warmed by glowing lights, carols full of cold Decembers, and hot … Continue reading

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