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breakfast  Laying her hands on the dog’s back, she changed the dressing on the wound, slowly runningher hands over the thick fur. He licked her hand when it neared. She bent close to kiss him, rub his ears. The settled with a huff, falling into the place that dogs go when they are healing, not here, somewhere where they are whole, running wild and free, his eyes half closed, short panting. She rose, adding wood to the stove, moving quickly to start coffee, potatoes, ham. He would be back in soon and hungry. The still cowered under quilts, waiting for the stove and the fireplace to heat the room……little chickens the two of them, heads buried. The sound of the mud room door slamming shut sent her pulse racing, nearly pushing her forward but she stopped herself. He stood at the door, staring into the room as he always did. It was then she ran to greet Him. His laugh made her glad of waiting. They stood wrapped together, breathing. “Ham’s burning.” She slapped at him once with a giant grin lighting her face, moving to the stove to turn the ham. Oh, He was behind her, pressing into her back, his hands so calloused, rough, reaching under her shawl, pulling her hips back into His. Her head dropped back, one of His hands sliding up to her neck, tightening slightly. She whimpered. He stepped back. She turned, a question in her eyes. His eyes nearly black as he stared at her. Two balls of quilts tumbled into the kitchen. She smiled, her hands shaking slightly as she served her family breakfast. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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the stillness of a snow. how it tamps down all the noise. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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Nice writing. Wish I was at that cabin right now !
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We didn't live in a cabin but a big old square Italianate farmhouse, and it had a monster octopus wood furnace. I'd go down into that cavernous stone cellar with my grandpa to pitch wood into it in the morning. But still, this feels very familiar, "familiar" coming from "family". It feels warm. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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That's lovely. I want to go to a cabin in the snow right now...   Rachel Mae
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Beautiful, I was transporting myself there while reading
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One of my favorite things when coming in from the cold was coming up behind her and warming my hands... Vive La Difference
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Lovely writing for a cold winter morning. Warms me right up. (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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What a beautiful picture.  And a great story to match it.
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Beautiful story and beautiful picture ty wicked hugssssss V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Breakfast in a cabin in a snowy wood sounds idyllic. Two eggs please!
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Beautiful photo, beautiful words...........please, write a book so that I can take it on holiday with me sometime, and read it over and over again??
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Two eggs at least.....over easy, still runny....*S*....a big pile of ham and potatoes underneath those eggs.....and a mug of steaming coffee.....doesn't get much better than that. I wonder if that shirt of his that she was wearing beneath the shawl was buttoned.....hmmmm......and was that shawl woolen? a bit scratchy, but warm?
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