Every Christmas should begin with the sound of bells, and when I was a child mine always did. But they were sleigh bells, not church bells, for we lived in a part of Cedar Rapids, Iowa, where there were no churches.
There is a certain degree of 'steampunkishness' that creeps into my books.
I don't want to bust my butt for the rest of my life, like my parents.
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