Welcome to Volume 2 of Cider Press Review (2001), courtesy of The Digital Project. In this volume of Cider Press Review, we revisit 2001,
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After the river rose above its banks, after the farms and fields and yards were drowned and drained again, all was fish-strewn, stump- and