A Blanket of Snow

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Something about a blanket of snow, the soft stillness, the fresh newness. The calm, the joy.
I choose to think this is what my dad thought when it snowed. He loved it. He waited by his thermometer/barometer and guesstimated the time the flakes would fall.
He was giddy as a kid when it finally happened.
Snow = dad
Be a blessing today

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About Kristina

51 year old Christian lady, knitter, pet sitter/walker, bible collector, crafter, little business owner, thrill seeker (only when shopping at thrift stores for tremendous bargains) my animals servant, a child of God, saved, redeemed and trying to be joyful in a fallen world.

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