n.y.e.

We all gathered in a friend’s cozy little house. And there was wonderful food, warm affection, and loud conversation. And little Reed slept in the bedroom with his hands covering his sweet ears. And we forgot to watch for the stroke of midnight. We almost missed it, so absorbed we were in the fun and conversation and in one another.

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