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I t’s mine, I think– and the snow seems lighter on my straw hat. —Takarai Kikaku, “Winter” “Snow is white and gray, part and whole, infinitely various yet infinitely repetitious, soft and hard, frozen and melting, a creaking underfoot and a soundlessness. But first of all it is the reversion of many into one. It is … Read moreIn Season