Art and the philosophy of life

“I’m freezing.” “Baby, it’s cold outside, what did you expect?” “Why are we out here?” “Because it’s beautiful.” “Cold isn’t beautiful.” “No, but the lights are. It’s a fairy land, just for us.” “I’m going home.” “You’re such a baby,” she laughed. “Am not,” he said, smiling at her. “Are too,” she said, skipping through […]

Ghosts of Christmas: Past Baby, it’s Cold Outside – Georgiann Carlson — Brave & Reckless

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