Christmas Magic
Ice crystals jingled, like tiny bells in the air. On a day as bright as a shout, the snow beneath my feet glittered. Maverick and I’d found a home on a mountain top. I’d stay forever, just my Newfoundland and I, but I’d left so much behind. My life as a healer. It called me back. Once, I’d wanted to change the world. Maybe I still could. I mixed the dough. Oat flour and oats for texture; banana, blueberries, grated…
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December 15, 2024
