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Short post tonight - I'm sorry. First week with the new schedule, and it's thrown me off! But I'm writing a bunch this weekend, so I'm hoping to catch up. Really.
December 10
One of the things Molly loved about Crosswinds Books was the little alcoves and groupings that her aunt had scattered through both floors. Armchairs in twos and threes, some with small tables, but not all of them; cozy spots where one could sit and read, or write, or talk to friends. It was homey.
She was on one of her normal rounds of the store, checking to see if anyone needed another pot of tea, or a cranberry scone, when the first clear notes of music stopped her dead in her tracks. The voice soared above the quiet hum of the other customers, clear and achingly beautiful, in a wordless hymn that touched something deep inside Molly.
( Bring your torch... )
I think Sharsha sounds like this, and I love this carol. SA does too. I hope you do.
December 10
One of the things Molly loved about Crosswinds Books was the little alcoves and groupings that her aunt had scattered through both floors. Armchairs in twos and threes, some with small tables, but not all of them; cozy spots where one could sit and read, or write, or talk to friends. It was homey.
She was on one of her normal rounds of the store, checking to see if anyone needed another pot of tea, or a cranberry scone, when the first clear notes of music stopped her dead in her tracks. The voice soared above the quiet hum of the other customers, clear and achingly beautiful, in a wordless hymn that touched something deep inside Molly.
( Bring your torch... )
I think Sharsha sounds like this, and I love this carol. SA does too. I hope you do.
