Siberia's gift is still lingering in Colorado. It's an arctic blast, the likes of which were last felt here in 1972. The sun is out, making the roads clear and lifting spirits. I should be shoveling the sidewalk, but I'm going out to meet some friends for coffee. (How typical of me.) The cold takes my breath away whenever I go outside. I imagine that this is what Alaska is like. The Norwegians have a saying: There is no bad weather, just bad clothing.
I would love to be a winter bookbinder.
Summer will happen again, but sooner would be better than later.
I would love to be a winter bookbinder.
Summer will happen again, but sooner would be better than later.
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