"...because up at Whistler, it will be looking a lot like Christmas!"
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"Airy and shapeless thing, it needs the metaphor of the body..."
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I just sometimes wish I knew the right questions.
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The older I get, the less I know, which I suppose, is one more way…
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This is a letter to November, its gray bowl of sky riven by black-branched trees.
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