A Different Kind of December Letter
When the souls warm up, the words pop up.
I want to invite you to picture two little girls, aged 7 and 8.
It’s December, sometime back in 1996. It’s winter, freezing cold, with icy blizzards. No one dares to foresee that moment when winter will fall on her knees and surrender to the spring. For now, everyone is staying quietly under the gigantic…