Thaw

There is no greater spatial-emotional juxtaposition than {standing atop a three-thousand foot mountain in Vermont, which may as well have been the top of the world, my jaw dropped, silence around save snow whispers} and {lying, trying to sleep in a dank bedroom that’s half-brick, 7′ x 9′, and lodged at the center of the earth).

Boo-hoo is right. It’s all a dirty shame.

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