From the Fireside to the Open Road

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We watched the first red blaze appear, Heard the sharp crackle, caught the gleam On whitewashed wall and sagging beam, Until the old, rude-furnished room Burst, flower-like, into rosy bloom; —from Snow-Bound, John Greenleaf Whittier   Afoot and light-hearted I take to … Read More

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