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The Manger Scene by Patricia Karamesines

Monday, December 24th, 2012

Winter’s eve. She smelled the season on him. Summer, he came in redolent of horses and wild mint; winter, copper and ice. Metallic and snow-clean, he cooled the house. Behind him, now, feathers of snow bounced against black window glass. The household breath smelled of pies and bread. Shadows browned the cabin walls and firelight […]