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On the Possibility of Being Met in Winter

By Doug McKelvey

I experience winter, if not as a kind of death, then at least as a closing in of the margins of life.

The light grows shorter, the cold creeps in. The days betray, ending too soon.

I tend to take this personally. Read More ›

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