"If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome."
--Anne Bradstreet
It’s winter here, almost burning into the raw flesh,
Gasping the grey dread, the ache
Pouring out darkness, melancholy – at once
Doubting and believing, a gust of wintery feelings,
Snow and frost,...
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