

Autumn in JanuaryI never particularly liked sitting in the kitchen. It tempted me to grab something from the fridge or the pantry, or even climb to our liquor and chocolate closet to devour a box of Belgian goodies. In my attempt to diet off the fish, sweets, cocktails and laziness Id gained in Florida, I only sat in the kitchen to eat dinner. Somehow, now, I couldnt pull out Muenster cheese or salami or a bowl of Special K. Maybe it was the sadness or the cold Id developed after breathing in below zero Fahrenheit weather. I was thankful that we didnt have a grandfather clock in our home; the reminder that time is ticAutumn in January


The Art of WarJust east of Paris, the ground shook furiously as bayonets fired back and forth and trench warfare trudged on, with only barbed wire to protect either side. Ranks of advancing infantry were scythed down by the withering hail of bullets. Hand grenades, shot guns and rifles were tossed between soldiers, each hoping theyd caught someone from the enemy sidelines. And behind them, behind them were fellow soldiers stacked on top of one another; it didnt matter which was alive or dead.The Art of War
Grey smoke, almost similar to snow sleet, fogged up the field, where a young boy
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