I appreciate consistency when I am lucky enough to have it. Over the holidays I decamped at home on the farm, where the temperature had a sharp 10° drop and I was greeted with frost-tinged grass. The end of the year had been given notice, notice of its impending eviction that is, and everyday I drove the highways with the all of the windows down, straig…
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