Standing on the frozen ground, Dan strummed his guitar, and I sang an old hymn. Tears were streaming down faces of complete strangers as we watched them bury their loved one. Afterwards we got in the icy car and started talking about how moving the ceremony was, but that we were in the most crazy,Continue reading “Small Things”
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Emily Rodewald 