A thick but gentle fog of snow welcomed cold winds a few nights ago as I sat, sleepy, in my grandparent's dining room. Time has a different meaning at their house; I think absolutely nothing of glancing at the digital clock on the stove and reading off 2:47 while furiously whisking a pot on the stove. I was always allowed to stay up late when I visited, and it was so exciting to watch the hour
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