lightsA Poem by anais.vionetpeople seem to be going all out this year - I know we are - and I LOVE it.
lights
Christmas lights are starting to bloom, showering multicolored holiday grace across increasingly bare, late fall suburban landscapes. I LOVE, I NEED, the perfectly placed, perfectly timed, whimsy. © 2020 anais.vionetAuthor's Note
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