Past and present converged at a recent book event.
Golden afternoon light, voluptuous white clouds. The ominous weather-app storm warnings seemed to be wrong. At the bottom of the ridge, we turned onto the state road west to Somerset. We passed farms in the valley, climbed the mountain, passed the state prison wrapped in chain-link and barbed wire. Almost there, we followed a local lane bordered by forest. Read More…
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