When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope.
Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among
the people of Punxsutawney and basking in the warmth of their
Hearths and Hearts,
I couldn't imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter.
Stay warm & happy everyone, as we journey into a (hopefully) happy new year ahead! (IMG:[
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