December is a bewitching month.The grey of cold teasesto explode into something worthwhile,into a dream of cold, a starlight shower you can taste,a cold that does not chill.I've lost my memory of my first snow--did I gasp at a field of white?Or scream at the freezeuntill my cheeks reddened?The crunch underfoot is satisfying and the thrill of virgin snownear leaves.
-Joseph Coelho
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