Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Dakota Christmas

Her hair was the same thin shade of gray as the weather-beaten pickets of the fence around her frozen garden. She had a way with horses, and she was alone on Christmas Eve. There is little in my life I regret as much as that I would not stay for just one cookie, just one cup of tea.

You can now get Joseph Bottum's memorable article on Kindle.


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