A grey day dawning over snow slowly turning to carbon-saturated black mush? A snowman keeled over like a post-1989 piece of Soviet stauary? It’s all put us in the mood – for Eastern Europe! Kidding aside, here are some highlights from the Birch’s fantastic winter issue: A poem about…gerunds. And literal translations. Trust us, it’s […]
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