Christmas Eve we ended up on Twin Peaks hoping for a last look at the sun. Wind whipped my hood and burned my cheeks as clouds separated, sending shafts of late light onto the Pacific.
Christmas Eve we ended up on Twin Peaks hoping for a last look at the sun. Wind whipped my hood and burned my cheeks as clouds separated, sending shafts of late light onto the Pacific.
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