A man shovels in a parking lot for a car supposedly there
with this map (or what is) Encounter forward back (what is wrong with me) As part of my material (I was a zoom, a framing
Cloud and earth converge like banners of geese, both undulant, assimilable each to the other.
The cab dropped me in the driveway, and I tossed my gear into the snow. The ride from the airport had been quiet,