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THE OLD FARM

I remember how the wind scraped the land clean across the stubble and the hills stretched tight to the land and brushed the evergreens and poplars stiff that lingered on the horizons and left the land pure and hard and … Continue reading

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DEGREES OF KNOWLEDGE

We are up to our ears in snow.  This is not a new experience, but it is disconcerting because my snowblower broke down.  I took it into town once to be repaired, a round trip of just under 50 kilometres, … Continue reading

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SHIFTING EARTH

“Give me a place to stand, and I will move the earth.”  Archimedes said something like this.  He was referring to the power of the machine we call a lever.  I had several machines tootling around my backyard this weekend.  … Continue reading

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