Everything here is true. Some things are truer than others. Some things should be true but are not. All things are based on truth. How truthful I am! O, Truth!, et cetera
From the desk of Esther Wilberforce-Packard, typing from Minneapolis, MN
It finally started snowing here, and I watched it. For a moment, I tried to pretend that the flakes were actually ash, but that was less satisfying than I initially supposed.
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It would be satisfying if that ash were coming from the smoldering remains of Mendota Heights, which, I am saddened to report, is not the case.
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