“The cool, soft, evening air with the ground and lake and…” — Airing Pain at 24:21
“The cool, soft, evening air with the ground and lake and all the waving leaves mixed in. The way the early evening light strikes the birches and makes them chiaroscuro dramatic. The way my feet burn. The smudged charcoal underbellies of terns over the green water. Their sliding paths through the air. This deep…”
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