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March 02, 2017


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What a beautiful piece.

Julene Bair

Beautiful. I guess not knowing in the usual sense--snow in March, the inevitable but still somehow unbelievable death of a parent--is preferable to not knowing in the unusual sense. Your description of the dangers you encountered driving up to the cabin, then walking there made me feel alive, and I realized I'd rather be there than going to the beach in Chicago in March.


There's just something about a crisp, clean, white canvas of snow in the air and on the ground. The snow creates atmosphere and a unique perspectives not seen in any other season. There's a sense of mystery and wonder all around.

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