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each year I forgot how cold the January wind was -- how icy the February air -- how gray and brown the land became -- how dismal,..

taunting, bullying, we are human beings, he said, it’s what we do. how sad.

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the december moon hung above the black outline of hills like a bauble, the color of old linen -- how warm a moon on a cold night. i..

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listen to the sounds when you are alone in your house. makes you think.

no pulse hammering, hot-blooded romance here -- just move along, folks, nothing to see here. ha ha