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Snowfall The irony of snow on a weekend deep in Lent germinates-- pure, white, light as the air on which the festive flakes pirouette and fall-- there is a gravity that has the smell of earth freshly turned broken after a long deep winter, after a long deep winter life. 9 Mar 01 © Copyright 2001, E. Granger-Happ, All Rights Reserved. |
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