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Winterberry


Winterberry All but perverse to slide the canoe onto Little River in late October. Wet wind rushed sideways and brought a scent I’d soon enough come to think of as boding snow once my winter senses came back. Often you do things simply because you always did. So it was that day last fall. I […]

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