To ponder the reasons for my return to print would be to linger in the weeds and though I do indulge my urge to wonder at the permutations of any "why", I'd rather write of other things. (this is actually a lie. The entire post is now about why I write. I'm keeping this first line to remind myself of the lies I tell myself.)

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I want to keep summer in the heart of this winter - to enjoy the new commodity that warmth becomes, the closer intimacy with the self the cold weather brings - but to lighten it with the fanciful and flirtatious step of summer - to still see the life in frozen glassed trees, to listen the songs of the city clarified and intensified by a blanket of ( Read more... )