Reaching the Top

"I'll race you." He flashed me a mischievous grin. "Up the hill, past that circle of pines." I glanced in the direction he was pointing. Seriously? The hill he'd chosen was impossibly steep. . .and buried in snow. Talk about a suicide mission. I checked my sturdy snow boots and calculated my chances of beating... Continue Reading →

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