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An Osprey’s View

A wild couple of days of storm have passed. Now the fog and wind are all that remain of the tempest. The weather seems to reflect the national mood, creating a milieu that is mythic. Somewhere out there, in the deep fog, one imagines people stirring cauldrons and chanting ancient phrases.
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Summer’s End
Another delightful late summer morning, one that feels much more like fall than summer. It’s fair time and school begins this week for most students; often, although not this year, this means days of sweltering heat that make school and fair challenging. A couple of days ago I awoke to silence. Crickets still fiddle in…


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