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| all pictures taken by my dad at/around our old house in upstate New York |
The holidays have passed for me, as they usually do, in a wild blur. Every year as I think about the Yuletide season approaching, I imagine it being a collage of every perfect moment I experienced in my childhood. I think there will be snow- I swear there was always snow, at least until I was 9- and I'll get to make snowmen and igloos and go tobogganing (in some imaginary yard, since I don't have one,) and come in and drink hot cocoa in front of the wood stove, while the ice melts from my hair and my cold hands sting from the heat.



