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In December 1941, Marilyn Richardson found herself snowbound in the Hills of Asheville, North Carolina with a man taking inventory of his life. Private First Class, Cecil Winterbourne was shipping out in just one week. Unaware of what the future would hold, they spent Christmas at Winter Lodge in the Blue Ridge Mountains, forgetting about the outside world, the war that was upon them, and the troubling realization that Cecil may never make it back home. 

A little fate, a lot of snow and one sprig of mistletoe taught them that in a time full of uncertainty and war, love was all that mattered. 



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