I’m here in the quiet, the music of silence filling the room—a melody that only fresh fallen snow and silver dollar-sized snow flakes afford. Solitude is a gift that I’ve learned to receive and even desire. Cierra, whose company I so yearn for and grieve when she is gone, came home all at once after 14 months. Her agenda comes as a shock, pressing in and flowing over mine. I can’t say no and she expects that. She graciously […]
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