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Month: March 2013

Because smilla’s sense of snow was so good

I woke to clumps of snow clinging to the tree branches. I am in Boston, and I know I am in Boston because the snow-blower began as soon as I made my first cup of coffee. I have been listening to live streams of poetry and sweet fiction and -non all day, and I had to come home and settle down with a grilled cheese sandwich. I bought the German thin sliced raw spelt bread, instead of the brioche loaf I eyed at first, thinking to be healthy. Yes, this… Read more Because smilla’s sense of snow was so good