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First published January 1, 2015
There is a light that sharpens the hunt during darkest winter, a delicate radiance belonging as much to the earth as to the sky. After dawn, it coins to the trees like some corporeal messenger. Remember the start reality of cold possibilities, it says, black memory, the frozen echoes of hollowed-out veins beneath the ground.
