“On a winter's Sunday I go/
To clear away the snow/
And green the ground below…”
Last night my little brother James called from New York. It was afternoon in Manhattan and the first snow of the season was falling on the sidewalks. James wanted to know whether his nephew was awake so he could show him the ground and the sky. He held the phone to the sky: br…
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