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Pomegranates in Winter
The fluffiest snow came down yesterday from a vagrant storm brewing over Canada and then roaming around until it reached our dry little...
The Ghost of Autumn
It’s the dregs of the year once more, the windows beaded like beer bottles, the ground morosely gray and withered, the sky lying there in...
THE WORLD THROUGH AN ICE CUBE
A day out of focus, with cold so bitter you can taste it on your breath. I suspect a walk in the cemetery woiuld allow youi to hear the...
WHAT THE FIRST COLD AIR TELLS US
A cold front finally came our way and is now sitting overhead. Our breath has a bit of smoke in it, and the yard has a certain look of...
THE DROP AT THE END OF THE FAUCET
Waiting for the Republicans to settle on a new speaker of the House was like suffering from some agonizingly long bout of constipation....
Baptism by Champagne
When we arrived back in our little stone village here in southern France in mid-June, the day was balmy. The sky was this powerful dark...
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