Every week I make the trip,
And yet today was special. The mist, the sky, the street, the cars All of it a shade of grey And my hat-- Oh, I was wearing a hat, A handmade hat with a brim, A crocheted brown hat with a flower, And a grey coat with a collar. And then the mail-- Oh, I had boxes in my arms, I had letters in my hands. With the mist and the hat and the boxes, I felt a bit like Mr. Tumnus And I laughed as I ran inside
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AuthorM. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books. Archives
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