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Nov. 5th, 2011 02:48 pmThe simple truth of the matter is this: On Sunday I had a glimpse outside of the house of mirrors, on Saturday I couldn’t have seen my way out of a paper bag. And while I was skiing back toward the truck that morning, a wind came up behind us and swirled the snow around our bodies like a blizzard under blue sky. And I was struck by the simple perfection of the snowflakes, and startled by the hopefulness of sun on frozen trees.
— Pam Houston, from her story “A Blizzard Under Blue Sky”
— Pam Houston, from her story “A Blizzard Under Blue Sky”