To You … With Love,
February 8, 2022
Soft and gentle as the dancing kisses of a child, the snowflakes fell. They arrived in the middle of the night, dropping like fairy dust on the city of Staunton. At the mid-night hour all around me the loveliness of such pure white light had diminished the darkness. Staunton lay covered with the whiteness of a fresh city; the broken edges of the landscape gone and the little piece of earth I call home lay bathed in wonder.
It all happened like an act of grace, where whatsoever was ugly and dark lay redeemed in the beauty of the snow. I was strangely warmed, as I thought of the gift from he...
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