We closed our eyes to the season’s first snow – slumbered beneath a strange, white glow.

The night was marked by her frustrated coughs. In the middle I climbed into her small bed, stroked her hair and face until she found rest.

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Today we made kimchi and friendship bracelets. Gochugaru left my hands red.

Down the hall the smalls are building Lego replicas of scenes from Man vs. Wild. I would never think to do that.

He is reading National Geographic, while I push buttons on my camera. I have been trying to figure it out for 8 years.

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Saturday. Nothing remarkable, unless you consider everything so. I think I do when I am at my best.