The day before my grandmother died, I believed in snow, in its ability to cover all that is unkind in this world if only for a single night.
Audra Coleman writes a little of this and a little of that in the mountains of North Carolina.
The day before my grandmother died, I believed in snow, in its ability to cover all that is unkind in this world if only for a single night.
Audra Coleman writes a little of this and a little of that in the mountains of North Carolina.