[What I remember about all that time is one winter. The snow. Even now, saying “snow,” my lips move so that they kiss the air.]

No mention has been made of the snowplow that seemed always to be there, scraping snow off our narrow road—an artery cleared, though neither of us could have said where the heart was.

Ann Beattie, from “Snow”
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∞  January 06, 2012
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  23. toynbeeconvector said: beautiful. thanks for sharing. hope the lawyer-to-be is well :)