Passage #294: 8 April 2015
To Grandmother's House
This week we go over the river (and a hill) and through the wood. And, well, we won't be in a sleigh, but we will be on plenty of horse trails. And there is no white and drifted snow, but it is a bit chilly, isn't it? And it's not Thanksgiving... Okay, okay, so it doesn't exactly fit, but we will pass by the titular Grandmother's House. Or, well, a cemetery.
Poor grandma.
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