The First Snowfall
Sep 15, 2020
2 minutes
ne by one, I gently lift snowflakes carefully acquired over the years and hang them from the ceiling. First, the complex three-dimensional paper cutouts, larger than dinner plates. Then the glittery handblown glass snowflakes, the beaded ones, the pipe-cleaner ones—deliberately balancing their sizes and shapes. They are part of our traditional Christmas decorations, but during the winter, their presence also will tenderly remind me of a cherished
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