The sky.

The geographies, as land at night.

A place is a feeling before it is a coordinate. Nobody knows where Paradise Valley is. Everybody knows what thin air does to a lung. Seven terrains, one of them returned to again and again, and the essays set among them.

The amber thread runs the way the years went. Touch a place, or pull a thread.

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