Coming Full Circle
Mar 24, 2021
2 minutes
I write this in January, as the sleet and snow comes skirling down sideways between the house and the heavy-boughed yew tree opposite. Snow has bookended my life: the winter-long drifts of 1946-7 at my birth and now this fitful blast, coming and going as the temperature alternately hovers and dives.
Last April I made a bargain, amid
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