The cold bite of winter is upon us once again. Icy winds rattle the windows as I settle into the sofa, curling my frozen toes toward the fireplace. Sipping a steaming mug of bourbon cider, I feel its …
Fig, Balsamic, and Rosemary Hand Pies
Late summer is a lens flare lucid dream. An imperious, two-volume Oxford English Dictionary now keeps company with the fearful symmetry of a cheap ceramic tyger on the bookshelf in the newly cleaned …
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