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BOYHOOD WINTER
The sun sets on a winter day. The smell of smoke from a chimney or the sound of boots crunching in the snow often stir memories that the years have not erased. Though life moves on like the waters of a stream, some moments stay etched in our minds and become like welcome postcards from an old friend sent to say: “sure miss you and wish you were here!”
Greg Olsen
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