“Love falls gently on each wound like snow upon the frozen ground. And life that seemed like a distant dream will waken
“Love falls gently on each wound like snow upon the frozen ground. And life that seemed like a distant dream will waken
Children frolic near buried cars during Chicago’s Blizzard of ’67. “A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a
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