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Father Kelly argues capably; he quantifies the flames of hell. But Iâm a young man not immune to winterâs fingers and perfume. Cider, wood smoke, blanketed lanes, black-capped chaplains chatter in the treetops; laughing in the boughs they preach a way of mischief this December day.
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