Since Saturday, things have leafed out so much here that in the early morning and evening, when the sun is behind the trees, there is a quality of light that was impossible at the end of last week, a green-walled light with shadows in new places. As if overnight we’d traveled hundreds of miles while asleep.
Sarah Wrote That
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