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A Cold Craving by Justine Saracen

I spent my youth in sunbaked in Southern California, in shorts, tee shirt, sandals. It was a cheery time and I was a cheery adolescent, but I had a secret longing. (I mean, aside from aching for Esther Williams.)  Snow. It looked so wonderful on calendars and postcards and in Christmas movies, in contrast to… Continue reading A Cold Craving by Justine Saracen