Summary
Kim Edwards: Daughter of the Keeper of Memories
Snow started falling hours before labor began. At first only a few snowflakes fluttered in the dark gray late afternoon sky, then whole flocks, driven by the wind, created eddies at the edge of their wide front porch. On je stao pokraj nje kod prozora i gledao kako vjetar u naletima donosi snijeg, okreće ga, a onda iznenada pušta da lagano padne na tlo. All over the neighborhood, the lights came on, the bare branches on the trees turned white. After dinner, he ventured out into the yard to get the logs he had stacked against the garage wall last fall. As he crossed the driveway, treading on the snow that reached halfway up his calves, he felt a blast of fresh, cold air. He gathered the logs, shook off the delicate white caps and carried them into the house. In the iron grate on the hearth, the kindling was instantly lit and he sat cross-legged on the mantelpiece for a while, adding logs to the fire and watching the blue-edged flames dance their hypnotic dance. Outside, in the night, the snow continued to fall softly, glistening in places lit by street lamps….
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