Toadstools...
Hidden cabins in the forest mist...
and misty glades where ghostly dogs played...
When we got back it was time to wrap the last presents for the tree...
and our hostess was preparing for a scrumptious Xmas eve supper...
An day that will remain engraved in my soul for ever.
"Each day provides its own gifts."
American Proverb
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