ReplaySolo Play
About
Snippet
When
Chekhov
saw
the
long
winter,
he
saw
a
winter
bleak
and
dark
and
bereft
of
hope.
Yet
we
know
that
winter
is
just
another
step
in
the
cycle
of
life.
But
standing
here
among
the
people
of
Punxsutawney
and
basking
in
the
warmth
of
their
hearths
and
hearts,
I
couldn't
imagine
a
better
fate
than
a
long
and
lustrous
winter.
The replay is still saving.