The Weight of the Snow That Winter Caved In My Garage Roof — And Something Dropped From the Broken Ceiling That Somebody Had Hidden Long Before Me
I brushed the snow off that stiff oilcloth and unwrapped it right there in the wreckage, and I stood dead still in the snow and the splinters, because cradled inside, …
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