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Healing Fires
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. There was an uncomfortable silence between us that made the air just a little bit colder with every breath. Oliver kept his eyes forward, his mouth a thin straight line. He hated driving in the snow. I offered to drive and received some sort of snort as an answer as he got into the driver seat anyway ignoring me.
By Aries Franklin3 years ago in Families
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Love this!! So creative