Tag: misogyny
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The Coming of Winter
A watery sun set about clearing the glaze of night-time snow, turning tiny icicles along the gutter edges into teardrops, sending little runnels of melt-water through the virgin white into hidden gutters and tinkling drains. By noon it might have been a spring day, for any trace there was of the early chill had gone,…
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