At least in Tennessee - it seems like that sort of Winter’s Day when the cold and snow creates perfect conditions for hibernating inside by a cozy fire.
A day for reading, and writing, and for reflection - and on a weekend which places the difficult lessons of history squarely on our doorsteps.
Putting my own poetry into some sort of order - seems all too…
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