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Day 3 of 12 Days of Christmas: French Hens

What happens to me when I cross the Piscataqua and plunge rapidly into Maine at a cost of seventy-five cents in tolls? I cannot describe it. I do not ordinarily spy a partridge in a pear tree, or three French hens, but I do have the sensation of having received a gift from a true[…]

Day 2 of 12 Days of Christmas: Two Turtledoves

The winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land. — Song of Solomon Time will work what no man knowethTime doth us the subject proveWith time still affection growethTo the faithful turtledove.—[…]

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