Twas the night after Christmas… and jet lag has me rising at four in the morning to relight the fire in the wood stove- the only source of heat in this old kitchen at Camont. I am back in the cradle where I started so many years ago- finding the rhythm of bringing in wood for the day, scooching closer than farther to and from the wood stove as it reache…
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