Merry and bright: Rethinking peace and good will
The strings of tiny white lights swaddled the streetside trees lining our quaint little downtown, seemingly moments after the ghosts and ballerinas and their beggars' sacks had cleared out.
The strings of tiny white lights swaddled the streetside trees lining our quaint little downtown, seemingly moments after the ghosts and ballerinas and their beggars' sacks had cleared out.





