As the clocks tick the pages turn. With each new season comes new stories. Winter is for tales that conjure the smell of chimney smoke, the sight of icicles dangling from rooftops, the feel of a soft scarf, the sound of fresh snow underfoot, the taste of cranberry, orange, and chai.
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