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The Last Noel

I’m here thinking of Christmases I can’t help but to remember, like war wounds, when it rains. Before I turn them into sci-fi, let me say, my mother loved the holidays.  She was Mrs. Claus, with a spaghetti strainer in … Continue reading

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