WILDWOOD WAYS 



when they fused into the glow of the 

 great city. With the shadow of night the 

 cruel grip of winter had shut down on 

 the hilltop and I knew again, as I had 

 known in the golden glow of the morn- 

 ing, that it was midwinter. The dwarfed 

 and storm-toughened shrubs seemed to 

 crouch a little closer to the adamantine 

 earth, and their frost-stiffened twigs, sang 

 in the bitter north wind. I felt the chill 

 in my own marrow and eagerly tramped 

 the ringing granite toward home. 



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