It is late in November in St. Louis. I woke to the sound of the wind howling outside and a cold rain pattering against the windows. There is a chance of snow as the day progresses. Nothing terrible, but it is one of those mornings where I am terribly aware that we are closer to winter than spring and that the only way out is through.
This morning I woke up with the word “peony” in my head.
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