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Within These Havens, Winter Is Just a Word

Outside the distant glass wall, a wet snow is falling. Inside the conservatory of the U.S. Botanic Garden, however, winter is but a memory. A fountain bubbles, the sounds of Elgar fill the warm air, and I am captivated by a bromeliad whose flower spike looks like strung popcorn kernels, except in...
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By Adrian Higgins