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The Postscript: An autumn tale

My parents live in a cabin deep in the north woods. I know this sounds like the start of a fairy tale. Sometimes it seems a bit like one.

There are bear in the woods. Deer run in herds. The seasons are far more pronounced and extreme than those I am used to. After a day of glorious autumn sunshine on my bare arms, I woke in the middle of the night and saw, in the moonlight, that snow had covered the ground, turning the green grass white.

“It won’t last,” my mother assured everyone within earshot. “There’s still a lot of nice fall days to come.”

I knew she was right, but tho...

 

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