Soft thudding stomp on the grass.Crackle and rustle through the autumn leaves.Snap on twigs in the woods.Clattering spikes on the tarmac paths.Slip slop and squelch in the mud.Wade through a dark mirky stream. All this can mean only one thing. Aside from the fact that poetry is not my strong point, it is also Cross… Continue reading The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
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