"Come here, you," Rolf said, giving his partner a chest crushing hug. They kissed, feeling alone in a forest of trees. Rolf tasted the hint of cherry in Matthew's lip balm, the smell of the fruit a warm contrast to the smell of fir and cold snow. Far in the distance someone yelled "Timber!". Rolf breathed deeply, closing his eyes and kissing Matthew again, stopping only when something cold his the back of his neck.
Today's Highlight Story: The Sense (scents) of Christmas by Rolf
Today's Activity: Donate Food to a Local Shelter or Pantry
Today's Brat in a Hat:
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