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PAUL CHRISTENSEN
WHAT IS THE ICE THINKING?
It's snowing again, and cold. Very cold. We had to pry the ice off the windshield with two scrapers; the first broke when I tried to...
THE RHYMES OF NATURE
Old snow. It's like the linens piled up in a corner of a thrift shop, the kind passed down from grandmother to mother and then to a...
WHILE BOSTON SLEEPS
We watched the snow piling up in Boston streets. The air was a scrim of crystals tumbling out of the nothing above. The streetlights were...
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