Saturday, October 5, 2013


The wild country- indigo jags of mountain, grassy plain everlasting, tumbled stones like fallen cities, the flaring roll of sky- provokes a spiritual shudder. It is like a deep note that cannot be heard but is felt, it is like a claw in the gut.
- writer Annie Proulx, Close Range, 1999

What love feels like in the fall.

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