There’s a Christmas ago That in memory glows Like the flame of a bright, burning light. And it shines, brightly shines, O’er chasms of time… That beautiful Christmas of white. Standing in the aisle of the local grocery store, I looked up to see Eva holding Charlotte’s hand and, very matter-of-factly, heading straight for me. “What are y’all doing?” I questioned. “I told you to wait in the truck;, I would only be a second.” Eva started in, “We […]
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