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a cold welcome

Thursday, December 16th, 2010 by

Welcome to North Carolina!  This morning, it isn’t snow: it’s freezing rain, sleet that turns to ice when it hits the ground.  As I write this, it sounds as if a thousand tiny dogs’ toenails are clicking across our roof, a whole herd of them dancing on the skylights in our rental house.  I look out the window of my office onto an ice-covered roof, a frozen brown lawn, and a gray dreary morning that belies the beauty we’d seen here before.

“Are you sure you don’t miss California?” my friend Lin asks.  Ummmm….can I get back to you on that?

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