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When the red, red robin comes …
The snow hadn’t even melted in the deep ditches that line our gravel road. The thoroughfare, swollen and muddy from frost working its way through the earthen profile, was pitted with deep, wet potholes. Water trickled down the ditches, running beneath the hard layer of snow and ice… Read More
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