As it turns out, like turkey, I’m not a big fan of Christmas. Well, not Christmas per se, but what it’s become.
In this seemingly suspended time after Christmas and before the New Year, I started unpacking boxes of books. While doing so, I decided to flip through a couple and came across a maple leaf, pressed in between pages —- the leaf was a “gift,” f…
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