I’ve got my grandmother’s vintage ceramic Christmas tree on my desk, the faux snow-capped branches twinkling with red lights. I’m in a cozy, restful mood.
This weekend my family went to see Wicked—I balled my eyes out like a baby at the end. We shopped at a local market, where I picked up some nice-smelling handmade lotions and local art. We ended the w…
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