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“January dry, hard, glittering, cold, and the wicked beauty of the scraped blue skies” ~ Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.
“Here I am with all my flaws seeking form and shelter.” ~ Sally van Doren, from “The Kindness of Strangers” Wednesday evening, cold, 15 degrees. We are just below the huge p…