
The teal house across the street was just lovely peeking through the trees....looked like it belonged on a post card. You can't see it...but there were white Christmas lights on the pine tree twinkling in the snow. Ahhhhh....my nugget.


"I do believe in an everyday sort of magic...the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we're alone." Charles de Lint
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