Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic — Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
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Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke or sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic frankness of salt and snow.

— Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays
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