Wicket Lake

When A Story Takes Writes Itself

So there we were... I had worked since six o'clock the previous morning before making the ten hour drive to spend Thanksgiving at my future mother-in-law's house. After a late (or early, rather) arrival and an even later bedtime, my alarm woke me at half-past five to enjoy Thanksgiving morning with my fiance and his… Continue reading When A Story Takes Writes Itself

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