'Metallic frankness'

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“Winter walks up and down the town swinging his censer, but no smoke of sweetness comes from it, only the sour, metallic frankness of salt and snow.’’

— Mary Oliver (1935-2019), a famed poet who lived much of life in Provincetown, on the tip of Cape Cod.

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