December 10, 2004 It is black outside. Soft pits and pats against the window…rain…and I pull the blanket closer, sinking back into the arm of the recliner. A hot cup of tea rests at my elbow. It is my favorite time of the day. In the darkness, I think back to other special mornings, twenty … Continue reading The Best Part of Snuggling
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