Winter’s Arms

I find myself today in the grip of winter. The temperatures have dropped, and while it is hardly cold by U.S. standards, but those of us with thin Southern blood, it takes its toll. We huddle inside looking at the gray through the window and watch the dead, but not fallen, leaves move with the breath of wind. We are so lucky to have the refuge of a warm building and appropriate clothing.

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