. .I'm not taking sides. . . .
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Dimbovitsa was a lovely girl, in an neighborhood of where the girls
were usually lovely. . .and she was no exception. . .at least for a
decade or so. . .but then came a series of long winters. . .not the
harsh kind that fill us with cold and fear of winter, but just long
. . .starting with some early freezes in October, nothing that kept
the crops from being harvested or brought to market, in fact a good
many said those years produced some of the finest fall crops of all
time. . .and the most beautiful fall colours.
These winters also held on an extra month before letting go into an
awe-inspiring set of springs, as well. The ice not melting from an
assortment of shaded ponds until well into May. . .but again. . .it
was not enough to keep the fields from being plowed and planted and
the Springs of that decade also must admittedly go down as a lovely
addition to the nicest and most beautiful springs of all history.
The summers, though perhaps a bit shorter, were also lacking in the
heat and dust that make summers sometimes unbearable, and. . .as it
happened, all in all, these were among the finest years ever.
But our story is a Wintertime story, not of harsh storms and snows,
but mostly of ice.
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