The Last Windrow: Look for glimmers of hope
There are some faint glimmers of hope out there during the “winter of our discontent.” As the sap freezes solid in tree trunks, wood ticks freeze their gizzards under the bark and water lines begin to seize, I see little cracks in winter
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