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PAUL CHRISTENSEN
WHEN THE ICE WON'T MELT
It's one of those diamond-bright days of early winter, with the ground ringing like iron when you walk on it. The horizon has congealed...
NEW YEAR'S EVE
I went to bed early last night, on New Year's Eve. I don't believe in celebrating a number on a calendar. I gave that up when I was still...
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