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Yep, it's my 29th birthday again, and just for you, I have a present!
Easter in Carter’s Cove
“Come ON, Schrodinger, where are you? We’re going to be late!”
Molly stood on the front steps of her townhouse, hands on her hips, and glared around. Predictably for the coast of Maine in early April, there was still snow on the ground, a light frosting from the storm that had blown in the night before. But there were also crocuses, lovely little purple flowers crusted now with a shimmery ice edge, pushing their way up through the snow, stubborn reminders that yes, even here, spring was on its way. Even if there was still snow.
( Follow the bouncing CrossCat... )
Easter in Carter’s Cove
“Come ON, Schrodinger, where are you? We’re going to be late!”
Molly stood on the front steps of her townhouse, hands on her hips, and glared around. Predictably for the coast of Maine in early April, there was still snow on the ground, a light frosting from the storm that had blown in the night before. But there were also crocuses, lovely little purple flowers crusted now with a shimmery ice edge, pushing their way up through the snow, stubborn reminders that yes, even here, spring was on its way. Even if there was still snow.
( Follow the bouncing CrossCat... )
