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the joy of bleak midwinter—Raw Material #41

December is a flurry of myth-making and arrangements: the collections come down from the attic reminding us of every Christmas past—bulbs, velvet-trimmed Nutcrackers, so many mangers. Our tree gets fatter every year—I want a bush, basically. Wide as it is tall. So cozy. I buy two pots of paper whites for the counter behind the kitchen sink because their…