Elk Creek Idyll by Jo Morris

            During the day, the winter sunlight in the Great Plains is deceptive. Blindingly bright, the white light warms nothing. At night, breath clouds form in front of people’s faces and stars hover barely out of reach. If there’s a new moon, the starlight is so bright the naked tree branches cast pale shadows on...

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