For Pete Most lives are ice and buddings, but some are frozen deep, and ice vetoes the fragile buds.
I’m slowly learning the vagaries of snow. If it crunches it’s unlikely to be slippery. If it’s slippery and I fail to pay close attention, penguin-waddle, raise my feet, and move hunched over and at as sprightly a pace as … Continue reading →
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