It is the season of coffee,
quilts and long conversations.
Winter is the season of dark, brooding clouds, dancing snowflakes, and books.
It is the season of hushed reverence and mistletoe; the season for giving and finally forgiving.
Winter is the season of dark, brooding clouds, dancing snowflakes, and books.
It is the season of hushed reverence and mistletoe; the season for giving and finally forgiving.
A season of reflection—a
season of rebirth.
A sacred season of love.
Winter is the season of home.
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