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PAUL CHRISTENSEN
The Hinge of Summer's Door
The vernal equinox came and went, like a cat creeping over the newly sprouted heads of anonymous weeds. You hardly knew, unless you were...
The Snow It Snoweth Every Day
We're getting another snowstorm this afternoon. It almost makes me break down in sobs I am so tired of freezing winds and storms coming...
WINTER ON ARTHRITIC KNEES
There is no greater pleasure in these dark days than to see the icicles on the porch eave melting in steady streams, like pouring water...
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