What better time could there be for Valentine’s Day than steely gray February? The 14th comes just as last fall’s woodpile dwindles too small to fuel sufficient heat for another bitter night, but if Cupid gets his signals straight, he’ll deliver enough icy white lace and frosted bottles of champagne to build a roaring fire of another kind. The flames are perfect for lighting up the dark night and setting a quiet stage for reveling in romances new or old.
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