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Snowflakes fell, a million moon-fluttering moths settling on the cold, hard earth of early December. That was the day we met; the snow was deeper than I was tall, and your eyes just laughed.
Harry Hogg
Karen Schwartz
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Children's picture book author, fiction writer, personal essayist, kindness specialist, and lover of chocolate.
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