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THE SHIFT TO WINTER TIME

The shift to Winter Time. . . a stiff adjustment when bliss of habit (or maybe just encrustment) that’s begot more offspring than a rabbit, must we excavate painstakingly and kiss goodbye, (dagnabbit!), for as we check our wrist to … Continue reading

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