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We will never experience winter’s deep darkness as more than a curiosity...

© Andrada Radu

It was her mentioning harvest festival assembly that first kicked it off. Walking down the street from my daughter’s primary school, one of those amazing autumn days when the sun is low and simply blazes off the pavement, and—struck suddenly by a memory of the prayerbooky smell of the small parish church to which my own primary school was attached, and the glum tins of peaches in dusty wicker baskets intended for the old of the parish—I thought: this is something I can explain.…

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