Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Merry Much Happens
Catherine Nicolai
Strands of twinkle lights were wound around the fence posts in the drive and along the roof lines and porch rails. The window boxes were stuffed with pine boughs and holly berries and tall, dried pine cones. The innkeeper thought that there was something reminiscent of a honeycomb in their shape. as she tucked them into place.
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