Christmas Tradition

October 24, 2017
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At the scent of pine and the sight of snow, I feel fleece and taste mint.
Prickly pine needles, like elevated hairs, creep up my arm.
Then, with one cut and one snap, the trunk fell with a thud on Dad.

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