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Winter is dying in the valley; The white dreams of December are melting into gray, The ice bids farewell to the river and flows south to its last call, The magical dance of snowflakes in the air has become a tedious whispering echo of a season fading; Read More...
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He isn’t like the other boys His eyes are older and sad One might never believe he was only ten; Watch the way he stands by the window in the dark, empty classroom watching the others play outside in the snow, He purposely leaves his boots at home Read More...
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Winter in New Hampshire’s Woods Winter like a selfish child throws itself against the walls, the ancient walls of country church, and whistles through the wooden halls where humble hearts of broken souls seek to find revivement there and lay before Read More...
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The thief of silence mad in love with getting captured rules my mind at midnight and fills my pages, begging for a soul too distant to touch to calm the burning fires of hidden ancient rages. Impoverished rags trace my trail of unfinished thoughts that Read More...
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Well, it’s over. The candidates are gone. The press is gone. Their signs are all trampled bits of trash in the snowy streets. No more do we hear, We love you, New Hampshire! or I am fully dedicated to the people of New Hampshire! or I have complete Read More...
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I’ve just been contemplating how much I used to know, How everything I understood, I understood as everything, How sharp the wire around my borders, How high the walls around my mind, And nothing could get in that didn’t find its twin within. Read More...
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My Great-Grandfather, John, was an immigrant from Scotland who settled his family on a farm along the Connecticut River in what is now West Lebanon, New Hampshire. As a young man, my Grandfather, George, used to rise early before he went to school, hitch Read More...
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Snow is a wonder. Is there anything more magical than snow? It transforms landscapes into works of art, and provides a modesty cover for the earth as she changes from her finery of Autumn into her fresh clothing of Spring. Snow excites the imagination. Read More...
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I know I’ve said this before, but I wish you could see the view out my window right now. Winter has painted over New Hampshire’s fall canvas with a veil of white, and the town around me looks sleepy today, as if resigned to settling into its Read More...
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Belonging. Belonging is one of the most important human concepts. It is so completely universal, that I won’t bore you with all the reasoning. I’m just going to assume you already understand why it’s important. I went for a drive today Read More...
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Tuesday, July 31, 2007 Wait, they don’t call this Pleasant Street anymore, do they… I just got back from a short drive. I should be in bed, but I thought I’d enjoy a short jaunt, so I went. As I left the house I was struck by how quiet Read More...
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A pleasing land of drowsy head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye, And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round the summer sky. Castle of Indolence. The above words opened my favorite story, Washington Irving’s Read More...
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