He’d treasured that winter. Record snow. Briskly cold. Mother had carefully arranged a scarf around his neck while he watched the children’s snowball fight. He stifled a chuckle when father clumsily slipped on the ice. Only when his charcoal eyes slid down his melting frame did the reality set in. Alison treasures the winter and … Continue reading ALISON CARROLL: Early Thaw
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