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When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the...

We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.  Anaïs Nin About forty years ago I had a quick conversation with a friend.  He...

There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the...