ssshhhhhh.......listen.
It's silent as I type this.
I hear my Littles softly breathing while sweet dreaming, and Charly is snoring by the back door.
The house is warm, and smells of bread.
Winter is quiet. Still.
It begs you to stand back and just watch.
Take little tiny moments and turn them into something bigger.
I had bread cooling on the counter, and moved it to the table so I could clean
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