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Winter Beneath the Hawthorn
Dear Wanderer, The Green Hawthorn holds its vigil, its branches a quiet offering to the winter sky, still adorned with a scattering of crimson berries— the last gifts of the year. They shine like tiny flames against the muted tapestry of Tennessee’s December. . The land is bare, yet alive, the air brisk with a…
Field Notes of a Wanderer 