Year: 2020
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Snow #1
After what may seem a dreary period often aligned with November, the snow comes. It brightens. It is fresh and refreshing. It hides the messy details.
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November #1
I cannot help but be reminded of Thomas Hood’s poem, November, as I walk through our local wooded areas. November is a liminal time, existing between the colour of September and October, and the elation…