Winterland
“Daddy, what’s summer?” “You know, when the sun gets warm and all the snow melts and the leaves grow on the trees, and there’s grass and flowers everywhere.” Bryce Frost, down on one knee, looked up from tying the laces on his eight-year-old daughter’s figure skates. Her little nose wrinkled, and she tilted her head the way she did when she thought he was pulling her leg. “Don’t you remember?” Surely she was old enough to remember last summer. She shook her head. “When does summer start?” “Just a few more...
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