FRONT PORCH – Winter Songs, Woodstoves and your Kitchen Table

Reader Contribution by Michael Johnathon
Published on January 5, 2013
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<p>It’s wintertime at the log cabin. </p>
<p>It’s Saturday morning, I’m home from the road. Fireplace. Coffee. A silent snow falls as a bird sings on the sill outside my window. </p>
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<em>”Out of the bosom of the air, out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, over the woodlands brown and bare, over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow descends the snow.”</em>
</span> – <span class=”usercontent”>Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</span>

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