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The Land of OZ in Wisconsin’s North Woods
Paragraph from an essay in progress, “Oz: Emerging Truth.” OZ sits me down where I’m accompanied by the parting grip of Old Man Winter. His dying is not pretty, and he’s peeping around the corner in prurient self-interest, wanting to mess with Easter. But he can’t, so Old Man Winter becomes a disgruntled…