a crisp winter’s dusk (commonwealth)

There’s a slight chill in the air, and the sun melts on the horizon. There’s that peppermint freshness that any New Englander knows means snow is coming. Perhaps tonight, perhaps tomorrow, but the storm will come.

But we’ll all float on okay….

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