Wendi Meisberger
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Lovers Mountain
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The scenery was absolutely breathtaking. Everything was covered in white, as far as the eye could see-the trees, the rocks, the road. It felt like being inside a Dr. Seuss book. I had always thought of myself as a city girl who loved the beach. Boy, was I wrong. Because here I was, at the top of a mountain covered in layers and layers of soft, fresh powder and I had never been happier. My heart swelled with every turn we took, the road wrapping its arms around us, each curve revealing a more beautiful sight than the last. There was nowhere else I’d rather be.
By Wendi Meisberger3 years ago in Fiction
Lovers Mountain
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. The scenery was absolutely breathtaking. Everything was covered in white, as far as the eye could see-the trees, the rocks, the road. It felt like being inside a Dr. Seuss book. I had always thought of myself as a city girl who loved the beach. Boy, was I wrong. Because here I was, at the top of a mountain covered in layers and layers of soft, fresh powder and I had never been happier. My heart swelled with every turn we took, the road wrapping its arms around us, each curve revealing a more beautiful sight than the last. There was nowhere else I’d rather be.
By Wendi Meisberger3 years ago in Fiction
