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As a child there was never anything more fun for me than plopping down in
the snow and making a snow angel. I made dozens. Some were perfect, some
funny, some messy, some deranged but they all left an imprint in the snow.
When I grew up I made stories that were lite and fluffy and like my snow angels were a cause for joy. For a moment I hope they echo in you as well and leave an imprint. By Tina |
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