The title pretty much explains it. At o-dark-thirty, before the sun was up and we could see our warm breath in the frosty air, we hit up Charlie-Brown-esque-style trees — all twiggy and sad — with red and green bulbs. It was just before Christmas and the trees stood out to us, and it’s just something we had to do.
WELCOME!I’m Lauren — a gentle wanderlust who lives in a little valley nestled between Sacramento and San Francisco. I embrace life’s littlest and most poignant moments, and share them here.
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