Big Avalanche Ravine Just the warning light on a blue crane. Just mountains. Just the mist that skimmed them both and bled to silver rain lashing the condominiums. But there it sank on me. This urge to carve a life from the long expanse. To hold some ground against the surge of sheer material. It was a tense and persistent and metallic shiver. And it stayed, that tremor, small and stark as the noise of the hidden river fluming its edge against the...
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