tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6071603.post-75035362713137389802007-11-24T17:57:00.000+01:002007-11-26T21:46:11.756+01:00

“Winter came down to our home one night Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow, And we, we were children once again.” ~Bill Morgan, Jr. This morning we woke up to one of those magical winter days of bitter cold, frost and pale, cloudless skies. The sun shone, sending long shadows, but there was little warmth in its rays as the iceman had truly come. Outside of the kitchen

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