our week // vol 4

The day is ending,
The night is descending;
The marsh is frozen,
The river dead.

Through clouds like ashes
The red sun flashes
On village windows
That glimmer red.


— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, “Afternoon in February”

our week // vol 4
our week // vol 4
our week // vol 4
our week // vol 4
our week // vol 4
our week // vol 4
our week // vol 4
our week // vol 4
our week // vol 4

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Kelli Ann Wilson

Kelli lives in rural New Hampshire with her husband Damian and their two children. She works as a writer, and in her free time enjoys reading, gardening, taking pictures, walking in the woods, and celebrating the seasons of nature and the feasts, festivals, and holy days of the Christian year.

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