Turning Santa Into a Dragonfly
December 2, 2017
It’s a crisp autumn evening. My cheeks are cold to the touch. It’s just after 5 o’clock, and a cobalt blue sky outlines the silhouetted
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It’s a crisp autumn evening. My cheeks are cold to the touch. It’s just after 5 o’clock, and a cobalt blue sky outlines the silhouetted