” Bluebird skies rob the world of its deep, wet hues and its foggy dimension, rendering us all actors on a giant, two-dimensional set where front doors open to nothing and trees flop over in the wind. I have had too many of these days in Santa Teresa, and I am strangely satisfied with the fact that I got robbed on one of them: another black mark against the bright day.”
For Middlebury Magazine.
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