edges, places at edges. Today I saw a place that was the last habitable place in the valley as the valley climbed to the glacier. Another place at another edge. There was a halfway house, a summer camp, on the road up. A pair of ravens live there amongst all the white, dependent on the staff for food. And then the mass of the glacier at the edge only sky, an eagle’s edge.

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