The Arctic Vortex at Snooks Pond, 2014
Issue #129
Spring 2016
An old man walked out onto the pond, not thinking, while the thick ice chirped under his feet like sonar. Clouds in the west kept scattering, so that a few stars shone before daybreak. Paler clouds in the east frayed...
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