the slow season
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Josef Dubrowsky, Dorf im Winter, 1924
This is the slow season. I’m always surprised by its arrival every year: the sky dark by 5 PM, all my friends home for the holidays. I wrap myself in blankets, read everything I haven’t gotten around to, drink mulled cider, review the progress of the year. This is the season I try to reconcile myself to everything, t…
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