A Quiet Morning in Billerica: Christmas Eve Through My Lens
There’s something about the first snow — that magical moment when the ordinary turns postcard-perfect overnight. And this Christmas Eve, Billerica woke up wrapped in a soft white blanket, silent and still before the world stirred. I grabbed my gear, and snuck out of the house before sunrise, and headed into the heart of Billerica …
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