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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled Angels in the Snow about Christmas, Stella, Lake with the genre: Romance, Contemporary.
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conversations.value: Have yourself a very magical Christmas, full of romance and sparkles! Stella Martin has come back home to the Lake District for Christmas. But is she brave enough to face the man who proposed, then immediately dumped her two Christmas Eve's before? Daniel Buchannan is not looking forward to Christmas - and even less when Stella reappears in the village. But this year will be different! Patrick Buchannan has to make Christmas special for his kids. Luckily, his son Alfie has a plan to make it happen. Alfie knows a lot about the magic of Christmas. And when snowflakes are falling, Christmas carols are ringing out, and the hills of the Lake District are shimmering in the snow, it's possible to believe in Christmas miracles.
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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled Angels in the Snow about USA, TODAY, Christmas with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction.
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conversations.value: the author is the USA TODAY bestselling author of more than twenty books, including The Christmas Train. She lives in New Orleans.
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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about North, Carolina, University with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Mystery?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Angels in the Snow'
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conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Angels in the Snow
  The isolation felt complete now. Snowflakes tumbled nonstop from a pewter sky, silently encompassing her like a living, moving fortress. Claire experienced a strange sense of comfort in being cut off from the rest of the world with such cold totality. She glanced over at her cell phone still securely plugged into the electrical outlet to recharge its battery, her only link to civilization if she were to be snowed in.
  Claire dropped her black felt walking hat onto the old maple table by the window and sighed deeply. Hopefully this change in weather wouldn't put a damper on her daily walks. Her hike through the woods seemed the only part of her day that she actually looked forward to, and she wasn't about to give it up to bad weather.
  She looked again at her cell phone, this time even picking it up and fingering the small buttons. It wasn't too late to change her mind about all this. Maybe it was too extreme, or just plumb crazy, as her father had said from his home down in sunny Palm Springs. She quickly dialed Jeannie's number then waited impatiently for the assistant to put her on the line.
  Completely ignoring Jeannie's directions, Claire stared blankly out the front window, watching as white flakes floated down, filtering through pine trees, barely distinguishable against the sky. "It's snowing here," she said without emotion.
  Claire tried to remember why she'd called Jeannie in the first place. Certainly not for this. "Thanks, Jeannie," she said flatly. "I'll get right to work."
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conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.. End with the sentence '"'.
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conversations.value: Jeannie shook her head. "No. I like representing you. I definitely do not want you to go mad. And if necessary, I recommend you search out those footprints if only to prove to yourself they belong to a couple of perfectly normal human beings just out enjoying nature the same as you."
  For the next two weeks, Claire divided her time between painting and walking and daily chores, all this with Michael by her side. Painting came more easily to her now; it almost seemed that something new had been unleashed or maybe broken when Claire heard the approval of two art professionals. And it wasn't that her art was dependent on the opinions of others, but under the circumstances, she appreciated it.
  She had suspected she wouldn't be able to keep up the frenzied, somewhat crazed pace of her original angel pieces. But she'd known even then that it was slightly fanatical, almost over the edge. Now she was thankful to simply continue. Plus she noticed that a quiet peace seemed to accompany her as she worked. And to Jeannie's great pleasure, Claire managed to create four more paintings for the show. She could hardly contain herself as she told Jeannie the good news on the phone.
  Jeannie exhaled loudly. "Well, as your rep, I shouldn't even say this—it's like shooting myself in the foot—or telling you to kill off your muse... but as your friend I know I have to speak up." She cleared her throat. "Claire, it's like I said before, I think it's time you followed those footprints—to their final conclusion, I mean. Then, and only then, you will see that they belong to a pair of perfectly ordinary human beings—flesh and blood... not feathers and angel dust. Come to think of it, it could be the old couple that has a place down the road a ways. They used to walk pretty regularly as I recall. I think their name was Henson or Henderson. And she was a real tiny lady; I'll bet she could have child-sized feet."
  Claire was ready for this conversation to end. "I hope you're right, Jeannie; I want to believe you."
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conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: She smiled. "I don't really scare that easily." Then she remembered something. "You know, I'd been thinking if I stayed here and was alone for Christmas, I was going to invite Lucy over—she's alone for the holidays and—"
  Claire spent most of her time during the holidays with the Hendersons. They included both her and Lucy in almost everything, doing all they could to make them both feel completely at home—like one of them—part of the family. It was a Christmas Claire would never forget.
  The day after Christmas, Anna and Garret invited her to take a walk with them. She had expressed curiosity about their walking route, not mentioning how it had coincided with her own and perhaps even initiated this whole amazing turn of events right from the beginning. They started out from the Henderson cabin and followed a trail that cut through a thickly wooded area and emerged right along the other side of the dead tree—now she could easily see how the two paths converged. Anna and Michael happily led the way with Claire and Garret lagging just slightly behind. As they came to the bridge, Claire told Garret the meaning of the footprints in the snow. She explained how she'd been haunted by them at first, inspired by them later, and finally how she was driven to follow them in an effort to put her mind at peace. She told him of her frenzied chase through the blinding snowstorm and how she still had no earthly idea how she'd ever made it safely to his cabin.
  He stopped walking and turned to face her, intently studying her, his hand gently resting on her shoulder. "But, Claire," he said slowly. "We didn't take a walk that day. In fact, Anna had been rather upset with me because we hadn't gone out for a walk for several days—I'd been too absorbed in my writing."
  He pushed a stray curl from her eyes and smiled. "I already told you, Claire, I really do believe in angels."