Pilgrim

Rose wrote this for me and I got teary-eyed because she’s one of my favorite writers–these words of hers take me back to our childhood. They speak of holidays spent in front of fire places where the warmth wasn’t just skin deep but felt all over.

These words of hers take me home.

Thank you, Rose. I’m still enamored by the post on dating someone who reads.

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