“If I could be anything, I thought, sitting on my rock, eating a granola bar, I would be that ice, with its multitudes, always in the process of transformation.
It was not long before I took to immersing myself, of course I did, in the lake on the hill, breaking up the clear layers of ice with my walking stick,”
Savoring this book.
— Dec 27, 2023 03:23PM
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