Thursday, December 14, 2017


It's pretty close to midnight when the doge squats by her usual tree when it starts to snow. A fine dusting quickly accumulates on the sidewalk and street, and Coco looks around in confusion as she becomes frosted across her back and the top of her head.

Katie is still working hard putting pieces together for the market tomorrow, as she has been all night, and understandably she's a little distracted when I come back upstairs and tell her it's snowing.

"Outside?" she says in alarm.
One year ago: So This is Christmas
Two years ago: Rough Trade
Three years ago: Fickle
Four years ago: Just Keep Dancing
Seven years ago: Passing Time
Ten years ago: Where Christmas Lights Come From

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