Greetings to you this Christmas Eve. Here is the opening to Truman Capote’s gorgeous essay “A Christmas Memory”:
Imagine a morning in late November. A coming of winter morning more than twenty years ago. Consider the kitchen of a spreading old house in a country town. A great black stove is its main fe…
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