
ANCHORAGE
FILES
Find the last documents, proposals and files from the community of The Anchorage’s owners.
One Christmas Eve, when my sister and I were knee-high to a reindeer, we stayed up most of the night, noses pressed against the window, waiting to spot Santa Claus. We never did see Mr. Claus (or Rudolph) but around midnight, the first snowflakes of the season started to fall from the cold, black sky, as if by magic