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November
It’s November, the between month. Between leaves tumbling in sun-warmed colors and snowflakes feathering from a slate sky. Between roaring combines churning dust clouds and dazzling white blanketing latent fields. November. Cold, gray. I was born in a dreary November more than 80 years ago. In the same old farmhouse that cradles my weary bones…
