“Do it again,” the kids yell. They crowd around as my husband leans over the side of the dock and traces his hand through the water. Flashes of green spark in the water. We all bend toward the water and splash our fingers, making trails of color in the dark. “Bioluminescence,” my husband says and…
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After the Snowy Day
When they wake in the morning the fire has died, and frost covers the windowpanes. New snow blankets the ground outside. The woman, her husband, and the boy push themselves out of bed. The man makes a fire while she readies water for boiling. Soon they drink coffee and hot chocolate, wrapping their hands around…
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