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Monday, October 25, 2004 There was a blizzard out the window. And in the house, a warm kitchen smell. She sat faintly in the low seat with her palms on her belly and smiled, as if only she knew that the snowstorm was echoed inside. posted by Scout | 6:21 PM |
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