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Winter then in its early and clear stages, was a purifying engine that ran unhindered over city and country, alerting the stars to sparkle violently and shower their silver light into the arms of bare upreaching trees. It was a mad and beautiful thing that scoured raw the souls of animals and man, driving them before it until they loved to run. And what it did to Northern forests can hardly be described, considering that it iced the branches of the sycamores on Chrystie Street and swept them back and forth until they rang like ranks of bells.


Mark Helprin


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Mark Helprin is an American novelist journalist conservative commentator Senior Fellow of the Claremont Institute for the Study of Statesmanship and Political Philosophy Fellow of the American Academy in Rome and Member of the Council on Foreign Relations.

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