Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Window Weather
Katherine Nicolai
I began to unpack the groceries from the trunk, setting the bags at the top of the few steps from the mudroom into the kitchen, then slowly pulled off my boots and coat, hung up my scarf, stuffed my gloves into the sleeve of my coat. Another sigh. In the kitchen, I emptied the grocery sacks. I love to fill my kitchen with citrus at this time of year.
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