Snowfall

[mollly]

I wrote that my life is predicated by a kind of magic. One of the things that can always bring it on is snow, such a longed-for mystery from my southern childhood that the wonder of it has not yet begun to fade. The streets metamorphosing into a fairy-land, everything transformed and silent and clean

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[foresmewithlove]

I went to Sophies Bar for the first time last week. Or, I think that's what I was told it was; there wasn't a name or a sign above the door. It was dirty, and dark, with a great jukebox, and I rather liked it.

[mollly]

That sounds like the one.