Paintbox Soapworks General Catalog Soap (Available)
A chill, Arctic blend of nose-tingling mint, eucalyptus & hardy evergreens touched with ice
The clouds slung low, scudding across a lead grey sky, threatening to scrape the snow from the spruce-studded hills. His boots crunched along the rutted track and he pulled his hat low against the fine needles of ice borne on the air coming stiff off the frozen lake in the distance. His breath came like smoke, and as he followed the curve of the road he saw the gentle lights of the small stone house come into view. He stopped for a moment, beating his arms against the cold, waiting for the dogs to catch his scent & howl in exuberant greeting. He was home...
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