On the Eighteenth Day of Bombing, I Go for a Hike

Issue #59
Winter 1992-93
Midwinter you can see past the trees, white oaks and tulip poplars, tops golden in the low sun. Today, not a cloud. The old fireroad leads up Old Raggedy, up to boulders and the sheer outcrop silver with snowmelt. What...

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