“The fireplace is our tiny sun for the evening,
casting long shadows over the rug. The flames curl and
sway, flickering this
way and that crackling as they burn the dry wood. It’s good to feel their
warmth at last, even if it is from only one direction. We watch with hypnotized
joy, holding our hands out to get just a little more of the gentle heat. “
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| Cracker Barrel |
Daisy
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