Late November, Connecticut
Driving through Connecticut, I was searching for the Mark Twain Library. Christmas was about a month away, and these people had decorated only one small tree in their front yard. They had beaten their neighbors to the punch, because there the tree stood, small and alone, but beaming its colors proudly and unashamed.
Driving through Connecticut, I was searching for the Mark Twain Library. Christmas was about a month away, and these people had decorated only one small tree in their front yard. They had beaten their neighbors to the punch, because there the tree stood, small and alone, but beaming its colors proudly and unashamed.
Driving through Connecticut, I was searching for the Mark Twain Library. Christmas was about a month away, and these people had decorated only one small tree in their front yard. They had beaten their neighbors to the punch, because there the tree stood, small and alone, but beaming its colors proudly and unashamed.