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Gregory Ormson

Writer, musician, yoga-loving motorcyclist.

The Land of OZ in Wisconsin’s North Woods

Paragraph from an essay in progress, “Oz: Emerging Truth.”

yogi b   OZ sits me down where we’re accompanied by the parting grip of Old Man Winter. His dying is not pretty, 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 wizard, holding on to his wish for relevance. The curtain is pulled back and he’s busted as a fake. He’s not the all-powerful controller. I try to ignore the cold bearded man behind the curtain as I sit with him, the snow, and the wood stove. Outside, I hear him weep at his parting.

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