Snow, alive in its dying

As omnipresent as the snow was, I also sensed its waning, melting imperceptibly by the minute all around me. It seemed as alive in its dying as a hive of bees was in its life.

–Cheryl Strayed, Wild, From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

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Krista Stevens

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