finding quiet in the storm
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In one way, nothing has changed. My dog basks in the sun. An unseasonably warm November is pleasant to take walks in. I enjoy looking at Lake Cayuga, mere minutes from where I live, stretching nearly 40 miles long toward the north-even producing waves on very windy day.
And yet everything is different. Some of my friends have stopped watching or list…
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