Tag: When the Old Passes and the New Comes
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When The Old Passes And The New Comes
John and I sat in our backyard, watching the clouds roll through with the incoming storm. The sun peeked through occasionally as if it was playing hide and seek. As dark as the clouds were, the sun was insistent. It would not be blocked. With Christmas behind us and the New Year looming, it…
Tip of My Iceberg 