What Saves Every Messy – Chaotic Christmas

It’s about that time —  Eve time.

And the Farmer, he’s driving down the middle of an empty country road,  when he just flicks the headlights right off and the black isn’t black after all.

“Look at it!” I whisper it.

The bowl of milky moon’s spilling over snow sleeping fields.

“You could drive the whole way home without the lights on.”

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This Is NOT FROM THE POST. Ann has wonderful photos in it.



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