In the seventh day before Christmass, John thought of his love for Judy and our future. A snow flake fell from the air into my eye. A feeling of overwelming peace came to my mind as a tear fell down my cheek. Judy smiled and I smiled as we walked on together, hand and hand down the snow covered walkway. A squirel looked at us and smirked with approval as it ran for a tree with a cheek full of acorns. John

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