Over the past few days, we received a light dusting of snow. There's just something about the quiet and the stillness. The hush that has fallen over the land - echoing the silence of the streets. It's achingly and hauntingly beautiful - all in one...

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Sunday's have a stillness and an ease that make me wax nostalgic. Today is made for my down-comforter, too many pillows, coffee, salted dark chocolate, books, and journal writing. Β  Sundays remind me of my dad. If I close my eyes I can still see myself...