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“While I rubbed the still-warm fawn
I realized this must have been
his first snow, and that now he’d
never known how his strength would
hold against a New England winter.’’
— From “Fawning for Something,’’ by Josh Nicolaisen, a New Hampshire-based professional gardener and poet