It's spitting snow today with our thermometer shivering at 27 degrees (-2.8 C).  It's hard to ponder going outside.  North wind cuts through flimsy autumn jackets, demanding winter garb. I'm reading. My friend Emma recommended The Snow Child by Eowyn Ivey.  Just started lapping up the words and paragraphs last night, mesmerized by stark white [...]

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