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December 10, 2014

Our wanderer had come upon the park in somewhat irregular fashion, from beneath the inverted iron arches of the rail bridge and over the snow-crested benches, but come he had to this spot from where he could contemplate the sky absorbing yonder hills, milky below and above the treelines. He stood for a time until the frost settled upon the would-be birdwatcher and crusted.

 

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