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Molly Fisk: The Swan

By Molly Fisk
When I’m feeling insane about the relentless materialism of an American Christmas, I go visit the swans. I want you to go, too. Take your binoculars, camera, mittens, and a thermos of hot cider. Bring your kids and your father-in-law. Forget about gravy and piles of presents under the tree. Instead, stand in the stark landscape of winter and gaze at a different Christmas miracle: swans by the murmuring acre.
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