WINTER NIGHT--
The blue-black shadow of dusk fell across the snow-covered pond while the trees groaned under their burden of arctic wind; the warm glow of the landscape lights, the only visual relief in the numbing punishment of this frigid assault in winter’s darkness.
Thank God for flannel sheets.
The blue-black shadow of dusk fell across the snow-covered pond while the trees groaned under their burden of arctic wind; the warm glow of the landscape lights, the only visual relief in the numbing punishment of this frigid assault in winter’s darkness.
Thank God for flannel sheets.
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